#this fucking sucks. I love new zealand I need to be home I need to

[whydontyousaeso]

“Sweetest revenge ever”

Randy orton x fem reader

Type- SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings- oral (male receiving), character being a douche, swearing, photographed sex.

Summery- after your (now ex) boyfriend almost sacrificed you just to avoid an rko, you had to find some way to get back at him.

A/n- thank you guys so much for being patient, I promise I’ll start writing more consistently, but for now here’s my first Randy fic :3 I plan to either release a Roman fic or Drew next, but remember that my request are always open! Love you guys!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @new-zealand-chic @queencherryberry @lizzyd1ish

You stood in the ring with your boyfriend, LA Knight.

Across from you was Randy orton and Aj styles, all staring at eachother.

It was clear that a fight was gonna break out soon, which means you would have to be quick to get out of the ring.

You looked over at your boyfriend, he wouldn’t look at you though.

You two had got into an argument prior to coming out, so he wasn’t really talking to you.

You turned back to the other two just in time to see Aj flipping a table over, causing you to jump out of the way.

As you stood in the corner you watched your boyfriend stumble back up.

You made eye contact with him, and you saw him grab you and pull you close to him.

“I don’t need help getting out-“

Of course he wasn’t there to help you get out.

He pushed you the other way, which was right into Randy orton, who was about to give an RKO.

“Hey what the fuck?”

He stopped mid move and let you go, turning around to find you standing there clearly frightened.

“What the fuck is your boyfriend doing halfway up the ramp?”

You turned around and saw Knight doing exactly that. You turned towards Randy again.

“Beat his ass next time you’re in the ring with him.”

You slid out of the ring and stomped up to your soon to be ex, you had enough of his bullshit.

“Knight what the fuck??”

“Get over yourself, you’re fine! He didn’t even do anything to you!”

“You were willing to throw me into that shit though?”

“Just be glad your being used for once in your-“

You didn’t let him finish, and slapped him in the face.

“Why don’t you find some other girl to go and use huh?”

You strutted your way to backstage, taking off the stupid sunglasses and throwing them behind you.

“Hey y/n, you good?”

You looked up from your phone to see Randy standing in front of you.

“Yeah, it’s whatever.”

“You know, I didn’t-“

“Mean to? Yeah I know. My ex is an ass.”

He chuckled

“Good thing we can both agree on that”

You looked over and saw knight standing in the corner, staring daggers at you.

“Hey Randy, you want to head back to my locker room? “

He sent you a questioning gaze before looking over to your ex, smirking at his reaction.

“Of course, I would love to.”

“Make yourself at home, as long as he knows you’re here I don’t care.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to be this petty”

“Please, he was so talking to other girls while we were together.”

Almost on time, you heard three knocks on the door.

“Open it up y/n!!!”

“Suck a dick knight!”

“Like your sucking Randy’s?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, feeling your face heat up slightly.

“You’re a slut y/n!”

You heard him stomp away, shaking your head and walking over to your mirror.

You were redder than you thought.

“That was an interesting accusation.”

You turned towards Randy, who was smirking.

“He’s always accusing me of shit.”

“Any of them ever come true?”

“No.”

“Want to make that one come true?”

Your mouth opened slightly, shocked from his straight forward nature.

“I mean-“

You stopped yourself, not even sure what to say.

You would be lying if you said that Randy wasn’t attractive. He actually had been on your mind for a bit.

“Come here baby girl.”

He motioned you over, and for whatever reason, your body complied.

You walked over to him, letting him guide your hips when you got close enough.

He let you sit on his lap, looking over your body in the ring gear you had on.

“You sure you okay with this?”

You nodded, looking at his own muscular frame.

Even with a shirt and jeans on he still looked hot as fuck.

You placed your hand on his chest, leaning on to kiss him.

His hands instantly went to your hips, gripping them slightly.

He knew what he was doing.

You hand moved lower as the kiss progressed, eventually making its way down to kiss waistband.

It’d been a while since you sucked someone off, but it was always nice to refresh.

He pulled away from the kiss, shooing your hand away from his waistband.

“Get on your knees doll”

You nodded and did exactly as he wanted, placing yourself between his legs and rubbing on of his thighs.

You watched him take out his dick and almost gasped.

He was huge.

Way bigger than knight.

Insanely bigger than knight.

You reached out and grabbed his shaft, slowly stroking up and down.

“Go on, I know you know what to do.”

You made eye contact with him and moved up slowly, licking from the bottom up.

You watched him roll his head back as you took in the tip of his dick.

You felt him grab the back of your head and push it down slightly, making you take in more of his length.

You started bobbing your head slightly, taking in a little more each time you went down.

“Damn you’re good at this”

He hissed, pulling your hair.

Eventually you got to the edge of your hand, not able to take in anymore due to your gag reflex.

You started bobbing more consistently, licking up his dick occasionally.

You heard him moan as you went up and down, feeling his grip on your hair tighten.

You pulled up for a second, taking a moment to breathe and gain your composure.

As you looked up at him you saw how dark his eyes were

Almost like a predator waiting to attack on his prey

It made the spot between your legs wetter than before.

Instead of waiting on you though, he forced your head back up and forced his dick down your throat again, going further than before.

You almost choked, but held everything back with teary eyes.

You braced yourself on his thighs, allowing him to have full control over your head.

He sped up extremely, making you grab his thighs hard.

“When I cum you better not swallow it, you understand?”

You hummed in approval, moaning as he handled you his way.

You heard him mumble curses at you, praising and degrading at the same time.

“You ready for this you slut? I don’t think you are.”

You moaned again, doing your best to not pass out.

He stopped abruptly, leaving the top of his dick in your mouth to spurt out his cum.

His salty taste made you moan again, focusing on sucking out every little bit.

You were so focused that you didn’t notice him grab his phone.

“Let me see baby.”

You pulled away and stuck out your tongue, allowing him to take pictures of your cum filled mouth.

“Good girl, you think he will like that?”

You closed your mouth and swallowed, smirking as he saved the picture.

“He’ll love it.”

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #fanfic #wwe randy orton #randy orton #the viper #rko

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hello 👋 Could we get some salty Matt? Perhaps he’s salty over Nick’s wife 👀? Thank you ☺️

Hi babes! Omg, I love salty Matt 😌 (and again, he always makes me write long ass shit 🤌. Sorry not sorry 😂). You’re welcome 💋 Written in Matt’s POV

HEAVILY UNEDITED - wrote this in one go

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Secured behind the dark lens of my sunglasses, I could finally do what my primal side begged me to - which was intently stare at her.

She was by the pool with the kids, being the judge for one of their nonsense games that had no actual rules but just served for children to show off and get praised by an adult. She cheered and clapped every time any of them did something remarkably boring that deserved no praise at all - but that still adults felt obliged to do.

The minute Nick got inside our parents house with her by his side, I did everything in my power to destroy their relationship. Now you see, this isn’t because I am mean or anything like that, it is just because my brother deserves someone better than her.

And even though I tried everything in my power to break them up, they were still together. Much to my dislike, those two were solid as a mountain and ten years of marriage and four kids later only served to make their love grow even more.

It’s disgusting. How could that even be possible? Me, God’s favorite christian and dad’s favorite kid - even though he won’t admit it - am here, with my marriage being held together by my work, because if it wasn’t for that Lord knows me and my wife would’ve murdered each other by now. My kids don’t acknowledge me as anything other than a stranger that sleeps in their house a handful of days of the month, and I’m certain that the last time I had sex was 2012.

While Nick is here, married to Satan’s mistress, with kids that love him to death while definitely getting that wonderful, mindblowing, balls tightening, breathtaking fuck whenever he’s home. Shit, the worst part is that I can’t even blame my brother! If she was my wife, I would also eagerly face a 14 hour flight home just so I could fuck her on top of the kitchen counter at 3 am.

The problem is, she’s not a good woman, you know? She’s the Devil with a pussy! A pussy that no wonder was fantastic since it has my brother faithful to it all of these years like a stupid lapdog. She was lascivious to say the least! With her short clothes that showed too much skin, her long nails that were not compatible with a respectful and faithful woman, wife or mother, her hair was always perfectly done, she was always in a warm and welcoming mood to everybody and she was always smelling so nice and luxurious. Nick once commented how she loves perfume so much that she even sprays some Versace on her so she can do the most common things like cooking and cleaning the house. Like, c’mon! Who the hell wears perfume - and expensive nonetheless - to do such mundane chores?!

This is unfair, completely unfair! Whenever Nick gets home he finds nice home cooked meals and pastries, kids that are eager to see him and a hot wife to perform the most nasty and sinful things to him while I get shit!.

I once overheard Nick and his wife on the phone talking about how much he missed having his dick sucked in the car before they went to school to pick up the kids or even the one time he fucked her in the backyard at 2 am, with her face pressed against the glass door. If that doesn’t scream cheap woman then I don’t know what does.

She wasn’t a bad person, meaning she’s a wonderful mom. Hell, I know even my own kids wished she was their mom. She’s loving and kind and needless to say everybody loves her. But for Christ’s sake, look at her clothes! Her pair of shorts stops just below her ass cheeks - making her more than generous backside stand out - while leaving her thick thighs on display, her crop top is so small that from my deck chair I can get glimpses of the soft valley of her breasts. The thoughts that roamed my mind are not pure in the slightest but can you blame me?

Just when I was thinking about sliding my dick between her tits, my kids had to go and let out these high pitched, excited screams to pull me away from wonderland while making me groan in annoyance. She cheered for them to get the ball inside the small basketball hoop on the pool, momentarily blocking my daydreams of fucking her on the couch.

Right after my kids scored a point, Nick hugged her from behind, pressing open mouth kisses on her neck before whispering something in her ear and slapping her ass playfully as he turned around to enter the kitchen.

Curiosity peaked its head out when I watched my sister-in-law follow my brother’s footsteps a few minutes after he entered the house.

*You smug, lucky bastard!* I thought to myself as I quickly made my way inside the living room, hiding behind a wall that divided the kitchen and living room apart. I stood still while I heard the dialogue between my brother and his wife.

“Nick, no” She giggled “Baby, someone can come in”

“Isn’t that the main reason why you followed me, though?” Nick chuckled back “We both know you love some risky sex”

“Baby, c’mon. The kids are awake” Everything in her voice told she didn’t mean a word she just said.

“That means we’ll have to be quick then”

It was at this moment I knew I couldn’t only hear it, no. I had to take a glimpse of what was happening. My eyes stared at my brother’s hands as he pushed her obscenely tight shorts down her thick thighs, Nick’s palms squeezed the generous flesh of her ass between his fingers, lowly grunting at the feeling “Fuck, this ass drives me crazy” The harsh slap that landed on her right cheek echoed through the kitchen. “Will you let me have it tonight, angel? Will you give this ass to me later? It’s been so long since I’ve fucked this tight ass”

Her content smile made my cock twitch in excitement, and I had to take a silent deep breath to stop the severe hard on that I could already feel starting to rise.

“I guess I could” She purred “If you promise me to make good use out of this pussy first” Her hand took Nick’s one before pressing it against her mound, cupping the perfectly trimmed hairs before two of his fingers parted her soft, full lips.

“You don’t even have to ask that, angel. You know I’ll take good care of my pussy before anything else”

“You gotta keep her satisfied” She giggled

“That’s my number one priority” Nick growled against her ear as he pulled her ear lobe between his teeth.

And that’s when I couldn’t keep looking at it anymore.

“What the fuck was that?” She gasped loudly after hearing the sound of glass breaking. Nick quickly helped her pull her shorts up her thighs while whispering “I don’t know. Hold on, I’m gonna check”.

Nick quickly made his way towards the living room just to find four portraits of him and his wife broken down on the floor.

The cracked pieces of glass were just a small representation of what I really wished to do to him and his marriage.

#matt jackson x reader #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson #young bucks imagine #the young bucks #young bucks #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson #masochist writes #salty!matt

[ithisatanytime]

ABC - The Look Of Love

 its not my belief that the jews will be expelled from america the same way they have been documented to have been expelled from over a thousand townships cities and countries in history, its my belief that they are currently being expelled, its happening now, they are leaving. no laws needed to be passed, hell hardly any violence was even necessary, whats happening now has happened literally over a thousand times in history (those thousand plus times are just the times we know about and is documented) jews will make themselves at home amongst non jews, and a portion of them will take advantage as though their host nation were their worst fucking enemy, on the surface appearing friendly if a little distant, but their deeds reveal a hatred for their hosts that far exceeds simple greed, the general populace of the host nation is suddenly or gradually made aware of why everything all of a sudden sucks dick, and suddenly things start getting hot around the collar for anyone in a tiny hat and they leave, BUT thats not all, where do they go? a new host nation of course, not israel because then they would have to work lol, but why would this new host nation accept them in the first place? well then come the sob stories “they beat us and stripped us naked and shoved things up our butts and” etc etc, their minds are infinitely capable of coming up with sadistic and perverse fairy tales. rince and repeat.

  they are currently fucking off to places like newzealand but i suspect they are not going to have as warm a reception as they hoped, at least not for very long. they got the globalism they wanted, just from the bottom up instead of the top down, the internet connected the world, and while new zealand, france, australia, canada, AMERICA all have this hyper “progressive” veneer due to their jewish run media and government, beneath this is a population of angry white men that youve been hearing about so much in the news. honestly i dont know what they are gonna do, the internet is straight up jewish kryptonite.

#youtube

[timemachineyeah]

wait I lied I'm not done ranting about the weird hate that Trap Neuter Release gets in certain animal welfare/environmentalist circles

Okay. So. Here's the deal.

Cats are REALLY BAD for the environment. They are invasive species basically everywhere and the number one killer of wild species.

Like when you hear "humans have made x many species extinct" - sure some of that is climate change and encroaching on the environment and pollution and the other things we think of when we think of human-caused extinction events.

But actually the largest portion of that is cats. Humans bring cats with them wherever they go and cats are absurdly good hunters. And they love to hunt. It's fun for them.

(KEEP YOUR CAT INDOORS)

So we take a look at this problem and it's crystal fucking clear the best thing we can do to protect native wildlife is get the cats gone.

(KEEP YOUR FUCKING CAT INDOORS)

But then you get to the problem of how.

In New Zealand, and to a slightly lesser extent Australia, they both have an extremely unique ecosystem in even more need of protection from invasive species, and, because of their uniqueness, uniquely able to pull off a mass culling.

See, there's this poison called 1080 that fucking sucks for mammals. Kill you within 15 minutes sucks. But it's harmless to everything else.

So if you're New Zealand, with no native mammals, or Australia, with far more invasive mammal species than native ones... you can just mass drop poison mixed into something appetizing for your target species.

Is it horrible? Yeah. Is it ultimately for the greater good? Also yes.

That is not the debate I'm having. Because everywhere else in the world does not have that option. And also, everywhere else in the world is more likely to have native species that are just as catlike as housecats, making cats not quite as disruptive to the environment.

(STILL MASSIVELY DISRUPTIVE. KEEP YOUR FUCKING CAT INDOORS.)

So. Okay. Nowhere else can do that. If anywhere else did that, they'd wipe out just as many native species as they would invasive ones. New Zealand and Australia are unique cases.

So then we're left with what to do.

And the answer becomes - well, we have to target individual populations with a scalpel and try to control them.

So how do we control them?

Well, regardless of your plan, step one is going to have to be the same.

You have to trap them.

If you plan to cull the population, you have to trap and mass euthanize. If you plan to rehome you have to trap to move them. If you plan to TNR you have to trap them to neuter them.

It is true that trapping and mass euthanasia would be the fastest possible outcome with the least use of resources. Theoretically.

EXCEPT.

1. When you remove stray cats from an area, it leaves that territory open, and the cats you failed to trap nearby are more likely to thrive and grow to fill that space. Cats were there because cats could thrive there. Unless you get Every Single Cat, the progress you make is going to reverse over time.

(And this is where detractors point out the same is true for TNR, which it is! Studies of TNR show a temporary reduction of cat population that over time just goes back to previous levels as fertile cats move in to fill spaces the infertile cats are failing to replace population for. BUT, the difference is the window in which you have to continue to try to address the local and neighboring populations. It takes LONGER for new cats to move into a place where previous cats still roam, whereas if prime real estate is just suddenly abandoned, the spread to replace that population happens much more quickly. This means with TNR you have more time to try to trap and neutralize nearby populations because growth is slowed for a time.)

2. Trapping without the immediate intent to euthanize allows more cats to be rehomed if possible. Not all strays are feral. You can trap a cat, realize it's friendly and adoptable, and give it a home.

3. You have to get people on your side. This one is so big and people who are not active in their community, with boots on the ground, do not understand it. Sure, if you're looking at wildlife data on a spreadsheet, it's easy to go "We have to do this as mercilessly as possible" except people don't work that way. So. Much. Of the rescue work I did was with families who had reached out through official channels about their community cats and found out that through official channels their beloved community members would be killed, and went "Nope. No. Not doing that." You have to give people options they will actually take. If you want the community to help you find and trap these cats, and let's be clear, you will not be able to do it without them, you need to at least have the option to reassure them that you are not going to hurt them. Or they will not reach out. They will find any other way.

If you are already proposing the kind of mass action we need, the kind of mass resources we need, to Trap Every Cat, which we do really need to do, you will never get people to vote for a mass euthanasia program. Even if you get the votes, you will not get the cooperation you need to execute it.

The Audubon Society in a suburb near where we rescued tried to ban TNR. The result? They had more strays. So much more. Because people stopped calling animal control. We did illegal TNR there just to try to stem the tide and help some poor overwhelmed families. The town eventually realized their plan backfired and they removed the ban. The population reduction as rescues swooped in to TNR was almost instant.

But rescues and animal protection nonprofits bicker with each other over the right way to do things because they are the only ones doing anything. The truth is that as long as this is left to underpaid or unpaid citizenry and volunteers, we're never gonna succeed anyway. Whether you want a mass cull, mass relocation, or mass TNR, it needs to be swift and coordinated and massively funded.

And if you're already exerting those kind of huge coordinated expensive resources to do that kind of massive program that is so much needed, is it really that hard to add a couple fucking sanctuaries to the budget? Is it really that much more work to do environmental assessments and try to determine whether certain areas wouldn't benefit in the long term by letting some populations remain in the short term to buy time to round up the rest? In Australia trying to mass trap and rescue in one form or another would take a relatively inexpensive plan that doesn't require community cooperation (just drop a bunch of poisoned sausages from helicopters) and makes it into a massive expensive and slower logistical ordeal. It doesn't make sense. In the US? It's going to be a massive, expensive, slow logistical ordeal. There's no escaping that. And it's going to require community cooperation. There's no escaping that either. So adding some humane treatment for the cats actually doesn't add much to the expense of the taxpayers or the wildlife you're trying to preserve. And makes people feel more cooperative with the program.

It's obviously not the only solution. But that's because there can't be one simple solution to a much much more nuanced and complex problem. But it is one vital and effective tool in the belt and dismissing it out of some kind moral absolutism helps no one.

I think people having to rightly defend actions taken in New Zealand and Australia and getting sick of fighting with people who have been blinded to the practicalities of those situations by their feelings has ironically blinded people to the practicalities of the situation elsewhere. Mass culling is not actually the most efficient or effective measure in places where you can't just drop a poison and call it done. The instant you add in the logistics involved in identifying and trapping individual populations, you change the math and you change what is feasible, effective, and ethical. And yes, you have to take community response into account when determining what is effective, no matter how "wrong" you think that community response is.

I know I've written a rant much like this before but the blanket "TNR IS BAD" takes I run into on here drive me up a fucking wall. TNR is not the solution in most of Australia and New Zealand. It absolutely IS one powerful and useful piece of the much more complicated and nuanced puzzle everywhere else.

(KEEP YOUR FUCKING CAT INDOORS)

#timemachine wuz here #cat rescue #tnr

[theworldofotps]

Letter From The Road

WWE Superstar: Rhea Ripley Word Count: 408 ~A series in which I write letters from Superstars to their partner or friends back home while they’re away on tour.~

This has some mentions of smutty stuff like 👀. This is my first time writing a Rhea only piece and I hope I did her justice. Thanks so much to @writtingrose for helping me double checking that it sounded well. 🧡 And to @hungmanhorsecarriage who requested this. I hope you enjoy babes😘 _________ Tag list: @hungmanhorsecarriage  @writtingrose @omg-im-such-a-masochist @sjwrites22 @sassymox @new-zealand-chic @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @melblacc @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Dear Princess,  First off it’s me Rhea, your favorite person. Goth nightmare, the love of your life, your girlfriend. The main person on this floating rock that makes your life fun. I’m doing well this tour feels like it’s taking forever. Don’t get me wrong but I miss you like crazy. I need to be with my baby again! I decided to write you a letter since you went and dropped your phone in the toilet. Only you baby, only you. I imagine that you were probably watching something, or you had it on something listening to music, and then it fell in.

Until you get a new one I needed some private way to talk to you and Damian suggested writing a letter. Like mate, how am I supposed to tell her something and get a quick response if I write this? But he said it’ll work. He also suggests we get back up phones so while I’m on tour if one of us fucks up their phone we got the other one. 

I just barely managed to finish the backup of our pictures. That would have sucked if they were lost. Especially since some of them are a little…naughty. Like that one of you laying spread out on the bed, completely fucked out. That’s one of my favorites, oh oh, or the one where you’re on your knees for me, your pretty lips wrapped around my strap. 

I can see it so clearly when I close my eyes, your panties soaked as you rub your thighs together. Love seeing my princess so desperate for me to fuck her. Think when we do it the first time I'm going to make you watch me fuck you in the mirror. 

Yeah, that sounds perfect.I bet your panties are wet just reading this, aren’t they? Well you know the rules no touching yourself without mommy’s permission. And since you don’t have any way to facetime you’re outta luck. ;)

You know something? I’m actually enjoying writing this letter to you. Just the thought of your flushed face reading over these words mmm. I’m gonna have to do this at home, write you a filthy letter and watch as you read it. Seeing how my words affect you, is one of my favorite things. Mommy can’t wait to get home to you again princess, keep between those legs wet for me. I’ll be with you again soon.                                                 I love you xx                                                   Rhea

#wwe #rhea ripley #letters from the road #love letter #gets a bit spicy sooooo

[itjazzbicch]

Sporadic Present

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Fem Reader   

Summary: Kenny and The reader, his girlfriend, have explored things as a couple but when the subject of lingerie came about, the reader wasn’t a fan, but for Kenny’s birthday, the reader decideds to give him something he would like, but wouldn’t expect....

Warnings:  SMUT!! (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by: Anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  1955

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“So, Kenny’s birthday is tomorrow,” Nick smirked at me while we were walking through the parking lot, leaving daily’s place, "Got any big plans?"

"I have a little surprise for him," I smirked, walking nonchalantly, but Nick and Matt insisted on knowing more.

"Care to tell?" Matt asked curiously and I laughed:

"No! Last time I told the two of you, you spoiled it! Besides, I can't let you two on this one."

"Oh man, you must be pulling out the big guns," Nick chuckled, his comment making me roll my eyes.

"Kenny has a lot of stuff do to sadly, but we'll have our time together and I have a surprise that he'll love. That's all you two need to know," I sighed, not giving it up.

This was something that truly needed to stay between only Kenny and I; And like I mentioned, Nick and Matt are loud mouths. They can't keep a secret to save their lives! We were all pumped for Kenny's birthday, but no ones gift could top mine.

Kenny's busy schedule turned out to be a big benefit. He took care of some things during the day, we went out for a bit so that he could see the guys and some of his friends, during that time, I actually went home so that whenever he came back, I could give him something he definitely wasn't expecting.

"Y/N! I'm home!" I heard Kenny yell from downstairs.

At first, I didn't answer, hurrying to make sure my robe was tied, my hair was still done nicely, making sure my cat eyes looked good too.

"Y/N?" Kenny voice echoed, travelling into our room.

"The one and only," I smiled, coming out of the bathroom.

"There you are! You had me worried for a moment," Kenny chuckled, taking off his suit jacket, buttoning his shirt, then looking down to my robe, "Ready for bed already?"

"Maybe not to sleep," I smirked, "But you're not wrong in a way."

A sly smirk appeared on his face whenever I sat on the bed, Kenny cooing, "Oh I see. I still haven't received one of my presents yet, huh? You were preparing huh?"

Kenny was really jumping the gun quickly, coming at me already with the steam, wanting to go after my robe, but my foot landed on his chest, my heel pushing him back. The curiosity that was building up was easily noticed, Kenny whispering: "Heels? And stockings?"

"Sometimes," I sighed, grabbing him by the tie, switching places with him, "It's best to just be quiet and watch."

The excitement was growing quickly, especially for Kenny, seeing his bulge growing already, taken by surprise a bit when he just noticed the dimmed lights and candles in the room.  

"Remember a conversation we had once? How you were a fan of something, but I wasn't?" I asked, watching Kenny trying to recollect his memory. There was no need for him to respond when I continued, "Well, I took that into consideration and figured that I would give you a gift that no one else can give you."

His eyes dropped right along with my robe and his reaction was priceless when they followed up from my heels, to the black nylon stockings, to the black lace garter and thong, silk straps around my core that literally wrapped me up like a present, bow-ties and all, then those attaching to the light, black lace bra and choker.

Kenny went to speak, but couldn't. He was literally drooling, his erection clearly visible. Finally, he said something when he swallowed a breath, "Now, this is a real gift and I didn't even expect it."

"It may be unexpected," I smirked, getting close, one foot on the bed so that I was towering him a little, "But from your friend down there, I can tell you like it."

We both chuckled when he looked down to his hard-on, Kenny chuckling, playing with one of the silk bows, "Like isn't the word. You are literally, the sexiest gift I've ever received."

"So, we just going to sit here?" I sighed, "Or are you going to open your gift?"

I could only hold the sexy, smolder stuff for so long, breaking out in giggles whenever Kenny picked me up, slamming my back down to the bed playfully, moving faster than the flash whenever he threw off his shirt, unbuckling his pants.

"Open?" Kenny chuckled, hovering above me and kissing me hard, tongue slipping in when he whispered, "I'm going to tear it up."

Quickly, he sat back up, throwing off his pants, taking me by the wrists and pinning me down. He had moans building up in me already just from his kisses, leaving some love bites behind when they began to travel down my neck.

"You do look so damn sexy and gorgeous in this," Kenny whispered, unclasping my bra from the front, then going to the first bow tie, his hard cock rubbing against me when our hips met for a moment, "But it's going to be a lot of fun getting this off of you."

"Knock yourself out," I whispered, biting my lip while feeling his cock rubbing against me again.

"Oh, I will," Kenny chuckled, his kisses continuing fall.

One by one, each bow was untied, a devilish smile on Kenny's face when he made it down to the garter, leaving that on, but going for my thong, tongue falling down to my clit while pulling them off. That really got my heart pumping, seeing an animalistic look in Kenny's eyes.

He wanted to get straight to the point, his briefs going next, but when he came back down to me, I turned the tables, flipping him over. He was a little confused, but that same, excited smile coming back whenever I pushed my hair away from my face, saying:

"I know that you're enjoying yourself, but I'm the one giving the gift here."

"One gift after anoth-" Kenny began, but sucking in a deep breath whenever I lined up with his cock, sitting right on top of him.

I couldn't help but chuckle whenever I saw him bite his lip hard, hands finding my hips once I began to roll them slowly, that same animalistic look in his eyes whenever I looked at him, cooing, "Loving your gift already?"

Slowly, he nodded his head, but wasn't letting me get off so easily when he sighed, "But if you can deliver all that fire that you did revealing that lingerie, you better double that now."

"Geez," I giggled, teasing him, "You haven't even let me start."

Seeing his reaction, how eyes closed tightly, gripping me harder, even moaning a little when I rolled my hips, taking all of him again, hands pressing down on his chest while I began to move faster, all the way up then back down to his base again.

"Damn, you know how to make me shut up," Kenny snickered, his hands still on my hips, guiding them every time they rolled down.

"Maybe," I giggled, leaning down to kiss him, biting at his lip, "But tonight, you'll be making other noises."

"I won't doubt it, baby," He cooed, a groan rumbling in his chest, heading dipping back into the pillows, letting me have full control.

I made sure I got the best of it all, pleasing him as much as I could, fighting through the crazy moans that wanted to come out of me when I sat up straight, bouncing up and down. The tasks became a difficult one after so much, feeling every inch of his cock pushing up, hitting my sweet spot.

We both became a moaning mess, Kenny making it a little harder on my end to keep going whenever he picked up his hips, his cock going in deeper every time my hips fell down.

"Got damn it, Kenny," I whined out, biting my lip hard, keeping myself going by trying not to focus on my orgasm too much; Kenny giving me a hand whenever his hands covered my breasts, squeezing them, putting my hands on top of his.

"Me?" Kenny scoffed, squeezing me harder, "You're the one riding me."

"And you're the one with such a good dick," I whispered, moaning sharply, trying to catch my breath when I felt his crown slam into my sweet spot.

He was laughing at both my comment and reaction, encouraging me when he cooed, "Yeah, I do. Keep on riding it."

"Keep on riding it, huh?" I huffed, biting my lip hard and when I saw him nodding his head, I gave him exactly what he wanted and then some.

He couldn't hide any noise at all, moaning and groaning, body tensing up when I bounced down so that his hips were pinned to the bed, keeping them there, moving faster than I thought I could.  

The entire bed was shaking, hips rolling, bouncing, my body leaning back a little while I braced my hands on his thighs. His hands found my hips again, holding on like a death grip, encouraging my quick speed and all of this didn't need much more time to get the better of us.

"Y/N," Kenny groaned, head back into the pillows, "Go harder."

"Usually that's what I say," I chuckled, leaning up a little, starting to go harder, but Kenny was frantic, needing more and expressing that when he slapped my ass, kissing me and biting my lip.

"I'm about to cum so fucking hard," He growled, hiding his plea with his deep voice, "Go harder."

"You're gonna cum, huh?" I huffed, rolling my hips a little more aggressively, bouncing down deep and hard just like he wanted.

With a breathless nod, his head fell back to the bed. His body tensed up hard again and when I looked back for a moment, his toes were curled and all. The only obstacle in my way was my own body. The both of us just moaning like crazy, mine almost turning into screams.

"Kenny," I whined, "I'm about to cum too."

He was able to help me out a little, picking up his hips again, trying to beat my thrusts, "Just keep going. I'm so close. Just keep going, baby, please."

I was able to keep pushing, feeling my body shake, some sweat falling down my temple, my hips tensing up and making it harder to keep going, walls clamped up and pulsating hard, my breathing beyond unstable.

"Oh my fu-" Kenny groaned, "You're squeezing me so hard. I'm almost there, baby. Come on."

"Kenny!" I about screamed, convinced my heart jumped out of my chest when I felt my core about snap, gushing out onto him.

It wasn't intense on just my end. Suddenly, Kenny's hips popped up, his legs spread kind of like a squatting position, his hands holding my hips down to his, my upper body collapsing on his chest while we were both gasping for air.

I was still moaning and whining, nails digging into this shoulder when I felt his stream of heat, shooting over and over and hard, creating an aftershock that waved through all my nerves. Slowly, he let his hips fall, whispering:

"Y/N, I think you just fucked me to death."

We both laughed hysterically at his comment, panting still when I said, "you told me to keep going. I knew that lingerie would get you wired up."

"It sure did," He sighed deeply, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me softly, "Can I get gifts like this more often?"

Kenny gave me the puppy dog eyes and all, making me chuckle whenever I kissed him back, whispering, "Maybe I start a little collection just for you."

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[coderedblood]

List of reasons I’m still alive:

1. My loved ones (especially my mom, and including the ones that I have yet to meet)

2. My friends, including the ones I haven’t met yet

3. Music I have and haven’t listened to

4. The music I’ve yet to make and sing

5. That really positive Shaggy meme where he proclaims we will all flourish

6. Jack Perry

7. Capitalism is still a thing and I want to be part of/witness its destruction

8. I have not been the first non-binary person to portray the following roles in musicals: Evan Hansen in Dear Evan Hansen, The Phantom in Phantom of the Opera, Charlie in Kinky Boots and Jesus Christ in Jesus Christ Superstar

9. I have also not been the first non-binary person to hold the world heavyweight championship in ANY wrestling promotion and be the top dog of the company (Think Kenny Omega for AEW or Roman Reigns for WWE, that’s what I mean), the one EVERYONE has to go through

10. I have not yet mastered singing Waving Through a Window, And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going, Defying Gravity or A Million Dreams

11. My own place, I haven’t gotten my own place to live yet

12. The patriarchy also still a thing, and I want that gone too

13. Securing of human rights

14. I have way more laughs in me

15. Steam Powered Giraffe

16. They Might Be Giants

17. Laura Jane Grace/Against Me!

18. Interpol

19. Tobias Forge/Ghost/Repugnant

20. Will Wood and Will Wood and The Tapeworms

21. Hozier

22. AFI (Crash Love rocks!)

23. Death Cab for Cutie

24. Hollywood Undead

25. A collaborative tour between SPG, TMBG, Will Wood, Ghost Death Cab for Cutie

26. Professional wrestling

27. Deathmatches

28. Independent wrestling

29. So many colors to dye my hair

30. Experimental eye surgery that will give me red eyes

31. I haven’t yet learned how to play the guitar or the violin

32. I haven’t yet become fluent in another language (I want to be fluent in Spanish, Japanese and French by the time I die)

33. I haven’t yet had every single flavor of Mountain Dew

34. So many people to fight for and love

35. I ’ve yet to visit the following places: NYC, Iceland, New Zealand, Mexico, Peru, Canada, the Bat Sanctuary in Texas (fuck their new abortion law), that dude who makes special shaped coffins in England, Ireland, Against the Grain’s (a gluten free company that specializes in carbohydrated products like pizza and bread) factory/HQ, Thailand, Japan, Malaysia, Nairobi, Kenya in general, and basically everywhere! I’ll eat anything once and go anywhere once! Oh except for Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. My extremely unpleasant grandparents live there with their equally unpleasant son and daughter. Oh and Greenfield. That’s where my douche cousin and his douche family live.

36. I want to establish children’s homes, hospitals, animal shelters and homeless shelters with top-quality equipment, housing, healthcare, anything that is needed and is too expensive

37. This sounds materialistic but I love clothes and there is always amazing stuff coming out that I wanna wear. And also three words: jammie sets. I love jammie sets, I’m a sucker for matching jammies! And I just got three adorable pairs from Walmart (capitalist monsters I know, and I know it was selfish to take the jammies but it’s something small that helps make me happy) and they are awesome! The specific part of this is I got a set for colder weather and I’m so excited to wear it on colder days and on Halloween! (I’m from the west US and where I come from, you can trick or treat no matter what age you are. I’ve handed out candy to babies, seniors, anyone of any age you name it, they’ve gotten treats! But where I live now, in the Midwest, if you trick or treat and you’re not under 12, you can and often will get the cops called on you. It sucks.) I haven’t given candy out in that jammie set!

38. I have yet to sing onstage with Lady Gaga, Steam Powered Giraffe, They Might Be Giants, Against Me!/Laura Jane Grace, Ghost, Interpol, Avenged Sevenfold, and Oingo Boingo/Danny Elfman

39. I wanna get into a better place so I won’t be judged for how I am or how I prefer to dress (goth/emo/punk if you’re curious! My family does not care for how I dress, and are always saying I dress “too extravagantly”)

40. I will be the first person to break the toxic cycle that has lasted in my family for generations

41. I haven’t yet gotten top surgery (having boobs especially with one nearly double the size of the other is such a massive goddamn pain in the ass)

42. I have not cussed the following out in their stupid jerk faces: Donald Trump, Chris Jericho, Darby Allin, Jim Cornette, Vince Russo, Candace Owens, Tomi Lahren, Tucker Carlson, Perez Hilton, my father, Anthony Kiedis, Ben Shapiro, Michale Graves, you know what pretty much ANY member past or present of the Misfits (Glenn Danzig supported Trump’s travel ban on predominantly Muslim countries and Jerry Only donated to the Trump campaign in the past, plus Von Doyle is in a relationship with a woman over 20 years his junior which is hella creepy), every member of the Proud Boys, Richard Spencer, every member (past and present and future) of the Nazi, Neo-Nazi and Ku Klux Klan parties, Chris Brown, DaBaby, Alberto Del Rio, Austin Aries, Tila Tequila, Ricky Schroder, Brock Turner, Kyle Rittenhouse, Lauren Boebert, Brett Kavanaugh, Clarence Thomas, Amy Coney Barrett, Hunter Moore (legit fuck that guy I wish bad things on him) and more will follow

43. I have not spit, urinated, defecated and/or vomited on the resting places of the following: Andrew Jackson, Thomas Jefferson, Grover Cleveland, John Wayne, Queen Elizabeth and her gross husband (I forget his gross name), Johnny Ramone, Harry and Bess Truman, can’t believe I forgot John Lennon and Ayn Rand (I fucking hate John Lennon and Ayn Rand), Luke Scarpa (or unfortunately bka Chief Jay Strongbow, who was an Italian-American wrestler who played an American Indian character), Espero de Corti (unfortunately also known for playing American Indians, most famously known as the “American Indian shedding a single tear” from the Keep American Beautiful campaign in the 70s, also Italian-American), John Money, HP Lovecraft, I’d desecrate GG Allin’s grave but if there’s an afterlife I wish to give him no satisfaction so he’s an honorable mention, and more will follow

44. I wish to live in a world where POC aren’t killed by cops or colonizers (what’s the difference really?), where American Indians and indigenous peoples aren’t denied basic human rights and the women aren’t raped as often as they are, where Black people can live without fear (especially in America), where there are no borders in our countries, where Palestine, Afghanistan, Yemen, Iran, and any other countries/groups of people live free of violence, fear and rape, where women and girls have the same rights as the men and boys and childhood sounds are laughter and not bombs

45. I want to be around for the defunding of American police because fuck them

46. I haven’t yet wrestled Minoru Suzuki, Necro Butcher, Kudo Megumi or Nick Gage and lived to tell the tale

47. I have yet to face Veny (Asuka 1998) and Max The Impaler in wrestling

48. I am a huge fan of the Misfits but their singers/band members have all been varying shades of problematic (you know, Michale Graves is a Proud Boy, Danzig and Only are Trump supporters, Wolfgang’s dating a woman over 20 years younger than he is), so I want to cover all my favorite songs of theirs and give the proceeds to BLM, Antifa, and every other thing their musicians are against so I can do my part to make those songs as unproblematic as possible

49. I I have yet to voice a character and sing a song for either Vivienne Medrano, Jorge Gutierrez, Dana Terrace, Tim Burton, Guillermo Del Toro or Matt Braly’s series/movies

50. Miro talking about his hot, flexible wife CJ

51. Jorge Gutierrez talking about his wife Sandra, I love how he calls her “the muse”

52. I have to fix the reputation of the song Airplanes because it is too beautiful to be used as a slash backdrop for Twilight Sparkle/Mordecai (Goddamn it)

53. I have to help people (and myself!) secure BASIC FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THAT’S GENERATIONS OF DEBATE

I’ll add more. I just feel really good right now. I know life is a mixture and I’m so full of trauma and pain that I am afraid of happiness, but today, I’m going to embrace it. Embrace happiness when I have it, instead of being afraid and hiding waiting for something bad to happen. They do happen, but so does happiness and good things. I’m slowly learning this. Being abused for most of your life makes you really scared. I’ll step out of my fear a bit. One of my favorite authors/people, Jenny Lawson, has a lot of the same issues mentally and physically as I do, and she once described her depression as “like wearing an old jacket. It’s comfortable but ugly”. I think about it a lot, that quote, because I am SO used to being miserable from things out of my control. Those who abuse me and my mental illnesses and my physical disability. I feel like I’m in prison a lot, and the scary thing is I’m COMFORTABLE with it. In my life, there is no certainty outside of the abuse, the mental and the physical issues. And my thought process is, if I’m miserable, then nothing else will bring me down or nothing else bad will happen. I’m not being physically abused, but I’m emotionally neglected by those who are supposed to love and support me unconditionally. I hear voices in my head saying I’m nothing and I am not special and I will never be loved for who I am. These issues surround me every single day and a lot of the time, my only respite comes from sleeping because there, at least I have IMAGINARY people who act like they should towards someone they supposedly love, and I finally have a supportive, healthy relationship with them.

I recognize that my state of mind and my living situation is far from healthy, but I’m talking about it so I don’t talk myself out of it. It’s like learning to swim, you’re so afraid of drowning that you scurry back into the house and just look at everyone else having fun in the pool. I’m talking so I don’t get back into the house. I’m talking so I keep my swimsuit on. I’m talking so I can jump in. I’m talking so I can splash like a fool. Of course right now, I’m terrified. Every voice in my head is asking me what I’m going to do when things go wrong. I know now that so much of my life has been ruled by fear and I’ve been controlled/abused with it. I don’t know what I’m going to do when that happens again but I do know, I’m sick of all this. It’s just like Elphaba sang in Defying Gravity: “If that’s love, then that’s much too high a cost!” She made the decision to be true to herself and learn to love herself. I’m not there yet. I can’t undo a near-lifetime of damage. The damage where I am continually told that I’m not good enough, that I have to settle, and that I will always live with my parents and be their good little piece of furniture. The damage of having people say that they love me, want the best for me, and care about me, then witnessing them do the opposite of what they said, showing that their love is only skin deep and they ultimately only love what I can do for them. I’m babbling so I don’t go back into that house. All I know is I’m tired of all this, and I feel deep fear, and I’m not going to stop. Right now, I’m happy. I will be happy again. But it does get really tiring when you realize that not many people love you especially the ones who are “supposed” to. And I know that the only person you can expect to act like you want is yourself, but, it does get very tiring and very hurtful when you realize that the ones you give at the very least 100% for won’t do the same for you. They’ll give you, at the VERY best, 50%, and then they’ll tell you off for “making them give so much of themselves”. It hurts a lot when you realize that you aren’t as nearly as important to them are they are to you. I know I deserve better. I know. It’s just one of the hardest things in the world to break free, especially when they’ve ruled through fear, dangerous ‘what-ifs’ and making it seem like you are the only one who can help them. It sucks a lot. but I’m going to keep talking. I’m outside, and my toes are in the pool. The pool is empty because no one wants to share it with me, but for now that’s okay. One day I’ll find people who will. The ones that I love, and simultaneously my abusers are not reliable, and they’re not a reflection of me. They are not me. I have been taken advantage of my whole life, and my disability is their greatest gift, because they can use it to their advantage. A built in doll to bear all your bruises, your infirmities, all your pain. I just know I don’t want to be that for them anymore. I want them to treat me like a person. I want their genuine love and affection. And it is a very unfortunate fact that they don’t love me as much as I love them, and they will not show me the same amount as I show them. Today, I’m going to try and begin showing myself the love, affection and care I show those who abuse and take advantage of me. It’s going to be terrific. Both in the terrifying sense and the awesome sense. I feel like I’m going to cry because deep down I’ve always known this. My sense of self preservation is almost completely shot, and since I’ve been conditioned to always put others’ needs and wants above my own (which, I don’t think is bad at all, but I don’t show it to ME), I have this nasty habit of pushing away MY own feelings, needs and wants so I can focus on others and function so I can get through the day, the week, the month, the year. I’m so fucked up, and today, I realize I want to love myself. I want to live. I’m scared because I’m doing this virtually alone (save for my therapist whom I see for 45-50 minutes a week).

Let’s go.

#reasons to live #love #friendship #music #wrestling #shaggy meme #Jack Perry #fuck the cops #fuck capitalism #musical #singing #human rights #down with the patriarchy #feminism #deathmatches #independent wrestling

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: With quarantine in full swing, Jensen's wife takes full advantage of her husband's new look. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (be better than this), oral sex (female receiving) 

Author’s Note: Ever since that interview with that New Zealand journalist, I could not get this look out of my head. I don't even care if it's an unpopular opinion, I already miss that hair and beard. Please let me know what you guys think, I live for your reviews xoxo Alex

It had been a long day of chores. Y/n had spent her morning deep cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms, all while catching up on laundry. It was like any other Sunday in her home, well, except for the interview her husband was currently attending to on Zoom. 

For the past hour, she had been listening in on the conversation. Jensen had run away to their study, but he had left the door open behind him. With a basket of folded clothes on her hip, she stopped in the doorway to admire the view. 

Ever since the country had gone into lockdown, the couple had refused to leave the house. Even their groceries were being delivered by a service. The furthest they had ventured was when they had taken evening strolls around the neighborhood for some fresh air. 

Even still, quarantine had been kind to her husband. His beard was out in full effect, just the way she liked it, even the small tufts of gray on either side of his chin was doing it for her. Just thinking about the delicious scratch it leaves against her skin had her shivering. Then there was the hair. This was the longest he had gone since the beginning of Supernatural without being Dean Winchester and he was using it to his advantage. Y/n had offered to trim his hair for him, but he insisted it was fine. Now, staring at him laughing at the camera, she couldn’t say she disagreed. Don’t get it confused, she loved her well-groomed man, all dolled up in suits or tuxes, but something about the dirty hippie look he was sporting had her body aching for him. It was all in that peek of his chest in the rare v-neck henley he was wearing and the way the long locks on the top of his head curled perfectly against his forehead as if they had always been there. 

Jensen’s eyes flickered to her for a millisecond before returning to his conversation. Y/n took the opportunity to set down the basket and saunter over to just behind the camera, a coy smile on her lips. She watched him wave goodbye to Jared and the interviewer, not even waiting for him to disconnect before she shut the laptop closed. 

“Hey,” He smiled up at her as she moved to straddle his lap. Jensen’s hands immediately went to her hips. “What’s up?” 

“This whole fucking look is what’s up.” She purred. “I didn’t even realize until just now how much I like it.” Y/n ran her hands through the long locks on top of his head, tugging slightly at the ends to turn his face up to hers. Jensen let out a low groan as she leaned into him, nuzzling her nose against his ear. 

“Oh yeah?” He urged her to continue, his voice strained as she nibbled on his ear lobe. 

“Mhm. You know what this damn beard does to me. And now you have this hair that’s so… tuggable.” She emphasized her words by pulling on his hair again. 

“God,” His word was a breath on his lips as she claimed them with her own. Y/n adjusted herself in his lap, trying to gain more leverage on him only to feel his growing excitement below her. “Fuck, baby. What are you trying to do to me?” 

“I thought it was obvious,” She wiggled her hips again and Jensen clenched his fingers deeper into the flesh of her hips. “I’m trying to fuck you.” 

Y/n felt the vibration of his growl rumble through his chest. Her words pushing him into action. Jensen clawed at her top, forcing her arms up so he could pull it over her head. Y/n repeated his action with his henley, latching her lips to the pulse in his throat when he was freed of the fabric. Her hips continued their ministrations, the denim of his jeans burning just right through her thin athletic shorts. She was all need for him at this moment, her panties already dripping. 

Jensen latched an arm around her back and stood with her, clearing his items off his desk before laying her naked back against the cool wood. A shiver ran through her body at the temperature difference, her nipples budding in the air-conditioned room. 

“So,” Jensen growled as he hooked his fingers into her shorts and panties, peeling them down her legs in one quick motion. “It’s the hair that doing it for you then?” 

“Fuck, yes.” She keened as he knelt, his hands gripping her thighs and lifting them over his shoulders. Jensen placed a kiss to the inside of her right thigh before rubbing his beard across the sensitive skin. 

“Look at this pretty pussy of yours, you’re dripping just thinking about it.” His breath was hot against her aching core as he moved closer, careful to avoid touching her where she truly wanted him. 

“Jay, please,” she begged, all inclination towards shame completely lost on her. Y/n only had one thought in her arousal soaked brain, and that was his lips latched around her clit.��

“What do you want, baby?” He nuzzled his nose against her sex, that action so light she barely registered it.

“I need you, your fucking mouth and your cock. I need it all.” Y/n let out a huff of air, aggravated with his teasing, only to suck it right back in, her upper body leaving the desk as Jensen latched his lips around her clit and sucked. She fell back against the wood a cry escaping her throat as Jensen went full force, shoving his whole face between her thighs. His tongue was working overtime, switching from long and quick licks to latching back onto her bundle of nerves. 

“Oh, god!” One of her hands snaked down to his head, pushing back his hair to see his dark green eyes smirking at her from his spot in her pussy. Y/n locked her fingers in his hair and tugged, causing Jensen to growl against her and sending every shockwave in her body centering on the knot deep in her stomach. So desperately close to her end, she repeated the action, her husband shaking his head against her and sending her careening over the edge. Her knees buckled up and in, securing his face in her oversensitive pussy, causing the aftershocks of her orgasm to spark across her skin. 

With a chuckle, Jensen pulled her shaking legs away from his head, using her thigh to wipe her juices from his beard. The tingle had her convulsing in the afterglow as she lay panting on the desk. 

“Was that what my wife needed?” Jensen stood and leaned over her, one hand on either side of her head. 

“I need you to fuck me, Jay,” she reached up and pulled his lips down to hers, licking the taste of herself off his tongue. 

“Yes ma’am,” he drawled, his Texan accent making itself known underneath his words. Y/n watched as he moved back to undo his belt and jeans, her fingers slipping down between her folds to quelch the new ache in her cunt while she watched her husband undress. Every freckle on his toned body caught in the light coming in through the window behind him, accentuating the movement of his muscular body. 

“Ah,” Jensen playfully slapped her hand away when he began to stroke his leaking cock. Y/n bit her lip as his fingers rolled over the reddened tip, spreading pre-cum across his shaft. “This is mine, only I get to touch it. Got it?”

“Yes,” Her response was automatic, not even needing to think to respond to him. Which was good considering he pushed himself into her entrance without warning, stealing the air from her lungs for a moment.

“So fucking tight,” he lowered his head to her chest as he regained composure and let her adjust to the intrusion. “Jesus, Y/n/n.” 

“Please stop talking and fucking move.” Jensen had to chuckle at that before kissing the valley between her breasts before standing back up for better leverage. Placing his hands around her hips, he pulled her closer to the edge, setting up a rhythm with his own. Y/n looked for purchase on the desk as her body began to move but there was nothing for her to grab on to. Instead, her hands found their way to her chest, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples as Jensen drove into her again and again. 

“God, you look so fucking good, taking my cock,” Jensen licked his lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he continued to fuck her. Heavy breaths and the soft creak of the desk under her weight filled the silence that the roo once held, the air settling heavily over both of them.

With each push and pull of him inside her, Y/n could feel herself careening towards her climax. Every muscle in her body was tightening, her body so close, yet so far. “Jensen, fu-”

“I know baby, I’ve got you. Come for me, come on my cock.” He moved his left thumb down, spiraling tight circles into her clit, the action mixed with the husk in his words igniting every nerve ending in her body. She came with a cry of his name on her lips, her whole body shaking as her pussy clenched around him. Jensen fell onto his elbows, unable to continue to move as he came with her, his seed coating her insides. 

“Shit,” he cursed, laying a sweaty cheek against her sternum. The position was anything but comfortable, but he was afraid if he moved too quickly his legs would give underneath him. Y/n huffed out a laugh, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she ran her fingers through his now sweaty hair. 

“I’m gonna need you to keep this hair forever,” she murmured into the room after a moment, her fingers still lazily massaging through his scalp. 

“If only,” he agreed, knowing full well that he was going back to work in a few week’s time, which meant saying goodbye to the hair and the beard, both of them now apparently his wife’s favorite thing. 

“So, do you think we did it this time?” She asked, her heart fluttering again in her chest, anticipation and worry flooding her system. 

Jensen lifted his head and moved so he could nuzzle his nose against her cheek. “If not, that only means more practice.” 

Forevers: @polina-93​​ @22sarah08​​ @callmekda​​ @hobby27​​ @tranquility-or-chaos​ @dawnie1988​​ @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​​ @sleepylunarwolf​ @stiles-stilinski-24-dylan​  @akshi8278​ @superfanficnatural​ @malfoysqueen14​ @deanwanddamons​ @waywardbeanie​ @emoryhemsworth​ @talesmaniac89​ @winchest09​ @katehuntington​ @flamencodiva​ @janicho88​ @anathewierdo​ @ellewritesfix05​ @mrsjenniferwinchester​ @jensengirl83​ @lyarr24​ @smol-and-grumpy​

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🌳🏠🏠🏠🏠🚶🏻‍♀️🌳🌞

EXCLUSIVE EMAIL TO NEW ZEALAND FANS

(19/08/2021) (Solar Institute Bulletin No. 5.5) (From New York City)

(Probably written on Aug 17th 2021, by date written on it)

Hey you, I’m sending this bulletin to Kiwis only — if you’re reading this, I guess you’re in lockdown right now. What a fucking shitter. This thing just doesn’t end. I hope you’re safe, and with people who don’t drive you up the wall. I hope you’re having some spirited household chats about what’s for lunch/dinner. Someone better have done some baking. I’m writing this from New York. It’s humid and sweltering. I feel sensitive and fragile, like a little Christmas ornament. Releasing shit is always scary, I’m scared of being misunderstood, and I really want the album to be what you want or need. I’ve been zipping round all day doing press and rehearsals, and my mind goes back to you twenty times a day. Friends send updates, but it’s weird not being there right now.

I’ve been asked a lot by journalists to what extent the pandemic has shaped this album, and I’ve kinda shrugged it off— we’d written most of the songs and the direction was pretty firm by March of 2020— but the truth is, lockdowns were a big part of Solar Power. We were really picking up steam on it when the first one happened, and I had this bizarre 5 or 6 months of waiting around at home, wondering when I could get into a studio again. I didn’t work much at all in that time. I wasn’t really having ideas. What I did was walk, every day, for 2 or 3 hours. At first I read on the walks, because the streets were so empty I didn’t need to look up that often. I can see now that this was classic embarrassing lockdown behaviour, but it really was nice, walking and reading in the chilly sun. Photographic evidence attached.

After that trick wore off, I switched to listening to music. I had a phone full of shitty demos I was itching to work on, but I couldn’t, so I’d just walk all around town with them on repeat. The weather was amazing in that first lockdown, I feel like the sun just gave and gave. Like everyone else, lockdown brought up a bunch of crazy mental health shit for me; at home I’d feel emo, trapped, bad about my body, but on these long aimless walks I could feel the sun on my face and the cold clear air pumping in and out of my lungs, my legs pushing me forward, and it felt like the hypothesis of this weird thing I’d made was being reinforced, that going outside was medicine, or powerful magic, or something. I’d come back down the road to my house feeling like I’d taken care of myself.

A very good girl!

I’d walk around the back streets of Herne Bay, up Richmond Road through to Westmere. Over the boardwalk there where I used to walk my dog. Or I’d go down to the Viaduct and look at the light on the water. Or along Ponsonby Road if I wanted to see people, taking New North and then Surrey back around. Or I’d go down Karangahape Road, and through to the Domain from there, or up Newton Road for a bit until the inevitable realisation that I was just …walking past the Golf Warehouse looking at nothing, and I should probably turn back. But it’s safe to say if you saw me walking in a lockdown, I was probably listening to some version of a song from Solar Power.

I have no answer as to why I took this many walking selfies.

Anyway, it sucks that you’re here again, but I hope you take Solar Power for a walk today, the same way I did over and over between March and May, moving at pace through the cold air (and hopefully a bit of sun), your steps keeping time. It means so much to me that you’re still here. All my love, Ella

(source: forwarded email by u/charrrrrlesp) (also, the very first direct contribution yay!)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey gorgeous

I had a good day at work today and I'm actually feeling proud of myself

Can I request some Darby please?

Anything you want as long as it includes some fluffy and maybe a little NSFW

Thank you pumpkin 🥰

Hi beautiful

Oh those are some great news. Congratulations, darling! Of course you can 😉 

You’re welcome, love and I hope you like it 💗

@theworldofotps, @ava-valerie, @aerynscrichton, @sophiewolfheart-blog, @new-zealand-chic, @writtingrose, @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

After a long shift at work

You were finally home

Leaving your shoes at the door

And hanging your keyes, coat and purse on the moose head wooden hangers

You entered the comfort of your household

And as soon as you walked in

You heard an all so familiar wolf whistle echo from behind you

“Fuck, babe! You scared the shit out of me!“ You sighed, placing your hand on your chest in order to try to ease your now frantic heartbeat

“Sorry, doll” He chuckled “I didn’t mean to scare you” Darby walked towards you and circled his arms around your waist 

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming home until next week“

“I missed you“ He pecked your lips “So I decided to stop by since the next show is just a two hours drive away from here“ Darby’s lips soon found your neck “How was work?“ He mumbled against your skin

“It was great. I’m getting the hang of it“ You smiled

“Of course you are“ His hands gripped your hips “Beacause you are a beautiful, smart, dedicated, intelligent and hard working woman“ Darby´s hands soon travelled up to your breast. Cupping them through your shirt

“Who looks incredibly sexy in work clothes“ He softly growled in you ear

“Did you really missed me or you just stopped by hoping you would get laid?“ You teased while tugging on his short blonde hair

Darby looked up, staring at you with his piercing blue eyes “I really missed you” And caressed your cheek “I kept wondering how you were handling the pressure at work” 

You opened your mouth to protest but soon after, he placed his index finger on top of your lips as a sign he wasn’t done talking yet

“I know you said you were fine, but you always say that just to give me some piece of mind, so I wanted to see with my own eyes that you were actually ok and there was nothing I should worry about“ He replaced his index finger with his lips and gave you a chaste kiss

“Although I think it’s very sweet of you, babe. You didn’t need to bother“ You whispered

“Worry” He corrected you “I worry about you, because I love you and want you to be happy“ Darby hugged you tighter “So I had to come home and check on my girl“

“Thank you, I appreciate it“ You gave a soft peck on his chin

“Now, why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower to wash off the day while I make us some dinner“ He sucked on the sweet spot bellow your ear “You tell me all about your day and then we can go upstairs“ Rough hands sank inside your pants, touching your soft skin and grabbing two handfuls of your ass 

“I’ll give you a massage and we can make up for lost time” Darby traced your bottom lip with his tongue “What do you say, doll?” 

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Think Twice Part 13

“I am going to make sure you never even think of touching my girl ever again. I am going to make sure you wish you never even met her.”

Seth Rollins X OC X Jon Moxley/ Dean Ambrose

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut Smut 

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Aria

Texts were flooding my phone from Seth as I tried my best to ignore them. I was supposed to be spending time with Jon. He seemed kind of distant tonight. He didn’t say much the whole way to the apartment. I did most of the talking which wasn’t like him. He normally was talking and laughing. Once we got to the outside of his apartment, I turned to him. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Did I say something wrong?” 

He shook his head, “No, of course not. I was just thinking.” He said kissing my hand. 

“Would you mind telling me of what?” I asked. 

“If I could kiss you,” He said sweetly. He leaned in, hovering over my lips, his bright blue eyes meeting mine. I slowly nodded. He cupped my face, pulling me closer before touching my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around my neck as I pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss more. Our lips moved together like they were in sync. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me against him. He broke the kiss after a moment, “I think we should get inside.” He said.

I nodded but smiled as I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around him. He chuckled wildly as he kept me close to him. He carried me inside his apartment. As soon as we got into the door, I figured he was going to put me down. I was wrong. I felt the hard wall against my back as he pressed his lips against mine. This kiss was wilder than the one outside. His hand landed in my hair, gripping onto it. I moaned into the kiss, he took this moment to slip his tongue into my mouth. He dominated my mouth, pinning my tongue down. His lips moved off mine as I felt his beard scratch my neck leaving soft kisses. He bit into my neck sucking sweetly on the skin. I moaned arching my back, grinding my hips against him. 

“Fuck, has anyone told you, you are the most beautiful woman in the world?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky. It was dripping with lust. He dragged his tongue back up to my earlobe. Jon took it into his mouth and began to suck on it. “Because you are, I don’t know how I got so lucky to be able to get you in my arms.” 

I let out a soft giggle as he carried me into his bedroom. He simply tossed me on the bed before hovering over me. My breath hitched as I watched him above me. He moved to take his shirt off before he leaned back in for another kiss. I wrapped my arms and my legs around him pulling closer to me. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach as soon as he felt down. Jon moved his arms down, pulling off my shirt fast. He moved around to unhook my bra. 

I knew we just had sex earlier today, but I just couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t even remember if Seth and I were ever like this. Just wanting to touch him every single day.  Whenever we were apart, he was all I could think about. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and fuck him over and over again. 

Jon soon got off all of our clothes. He went to the edge of the bed on his knees. He took my legs and pulled me closer to the edge. I let out a soft giggle that turned into a moan when I felt his hot breath on me. He sent chills down my spine as he licked both my thighs. “Please, Jon,” I moaned. “Don’t tease.” 

He chuckled at my pleads before digging into my core. He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking on it. He let his teeth slide against it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took the sheets in my hands. My back arched into his mouth more. He released my clit after a while making a pop noise. I had been so close to cumming when he had pulled off. He knew it too. I could tell by the smirk on his face. “You are impossible.” I groaned. 

“You got to be patient, kitten.” He whispered giving my folds soft licks. 

I shook my head, trying to move, but his arm snatched as he held me down.  His strong arm held my waist down perfectly. “Jon!” I said shocked by what he had just done. 

He smiled innocently and licked my folds before sticking his tongue in. He explored every inch of my core. I moaned loudly wishing I could move my hips against his face as his tongue moved around. He reached with his free hand and started to rub my clit with his rough thumb. Jon put just the right amount of pressure that sent me over the edge. He opened his mouth just in time for the juices to reach his mouth. He lapped them all up before releasing his hold on me. I was sure I was going to cum again with him licking at my sensitive clit. He stood up from where he was standing and pulled down his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. I bit my lip when I saw his hard cock standing up. 

Jon wasted no time. He crawled back on the bed pushing my legs open further with his knee. I reached out to grab him, but he smacked it away, taking it with his own hand. He stroked it a couple of times before he positioned it over my whole. He slowly thrust it inside. He moved inch by inch at a time, before he filled me up. I reached around him, digging my nails into his back. He stayed still for a second or two before moving in at a hard pace. I dug my nails deeper into his back, causing him to let out a growl. The sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the tiny room. My moans filling the room as well. He grabbed my legs and pushed them to my chest. This caused him to get a better angle on me. His cock head rubbing against my g spot. “Fuck,” I cursed softly. I could feel another orgasm rising inside me again. “Jon, I am going to cum again.” 

“Cum,” he whispered in my ear. “I love how your pussy clenches against my dick as you do. It’s like you want to milk all of the sperm out.” 

I moaned at his dirty talk, closing my eyes. I never imagined sex could be this good. I always thought people made it out to be better than it was, but with Jon, I finally understood what they meant by mind-blowing sex. I came two more times before Jon finally filled himself inside me. He rolled over on the other side, cuddling me into his arms as we both fell asleep.        

--

I smiled as I woke up the next morning. I loved waking up in his arms. I smiled seeing his still sleeping form next to me. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen to make us some coffee. He had a pretty cheap coffee maker sitting on the counter. I realized then that I never had a chance to look around where this man lived. I looked around. It wasn’t that big of an apartment. The kitchen connected to the living room. The bedroom door was in the kitchen and the bathroom sat in the bedroom. I didn’t expect him to have that big of home. He seemed to be a bit of a loner. I never heard him talk about any friends he had. I figured that should have come up at least once or twice. Now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t know much about his life here. I knew things about his past, but that didn’t bug me. Did he normally go to that bar I met him at? Were there other girls? I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. We weren’t even official yet.  I shouldn’t be worried about that.  I had been with Seth too, so really I had no room to judge what he was doing with his life. 

As I was looking for the sugar to put in the coffee, I saw a note with my name left on the coffee table, along with some pictures. I raised an eyebrow at it. I know I shouldn’t snoop, but maybe he meant for me to find them. I walked over to the coffee table and grabbed the note first. The pictures were face down, so I wasn’t sure why. I could see dates scribbled on the back of them. I unfolded the note carefully and my heart sank. 

Dear Aria, 

I have never written anything like this before. I am not the type of guy who really shares my feelings. I deeply care about you. I have never felt this way for anyone until I met you. You make me want to be a better person for you.  I know you care about me too. You have made it known. I just don’t understand why you cannot leave Seth. He has always been like my brother, no matter what he has done, but I seen what has done to you. It breaks my heart to see it. I maybe could have let you go to anyone else. Just not him. 

What happened today...I should have done more to get you away from that car. Hell, I should have never let you anywhere near me. I knew what kind of trouble would be following me today, that is still following me at this moment.  I hope you understand it someday why I had to go even though I feel the way that I do. I doubt with Seth, you will ever. You need to listen to this when I tell you, Seth and his dad are not good people. Whatever they tell you that resulted in your dad’s death, didn’t happen. They did it. They poisoned him. Hunter wanted to go after you, but Seth stopped him. Your dad’s loyalty wasn’t with them. He wanted to give you what you wanted in life, and he was done fighting. Hunter didn’t like that. He wasn’t ready to lose his best fighter and all the money that comes with it. That’s why Hunter wanted to hurt you to scare him. Seth would never allow it. The poison wasn’t supposed to kill him, but Seth messed up and gave him too much. He blames me for it because I was supposed to do it. I couldn’t. I would never because I know it would hurt you the worst. I am telling you all this because they will never tell you the truth. They will let you live a lie like they had been all this time. 

I love you, Aria and I just want happiness, but I see now it’s with neither of us. You deserve a happy life. You deserve a life away from people like Seth and myself. That’s why I am leaving now. You are better off without me a part of your life. I will only complicate it. I am sorry I kissed you, but I am even more sorry that it haunts me to this day. 

Dean. 

Tears filled my eyes. I shook my head as I picked up the photos that had been left there. They were old pictures of Dean and me that we took with his polaroid. Memories started flooding my brain. Everything that I had thought I had forgotten came rushing back like a whirlwind. I remembered how Dean and I kissed, all the time we shared together, him confessing his love to me, all of it came back. The night of the accident came back as well. Seth made me believe that it was his fault, but it wasn’t. He tried to stop me. He tried to get me away from the car. I could hear his voice crying after the hit. It all made sense now. Well, most of it. Why did Jon have these? How did he get them? Did he know about me before he knew me? There was always something that seemed off about Jon. I pushed most of it aside, but I couldn’t anymore. 

I heard Jon’s footsteps from behind me, “Is that coffee I smell?” He said as he moved to the kitchen. He grabbed a cup of coffee and poured himself a cup adding in tons of sugar...just like Dean. 

“Where did you get these?” I said, holding the note and the pictures in my hand. 

“Shit,” he cussed putting his mug down. “How did you find those?” 

“They were on the table. Now, answer my question. How did you get these? Do you know Dean?” 

“Kitten, please sit down.” He begged me. He moved over to me trying to  get me to sit down with him. I met his eyes. They were the same color blue that Dean had. It finally clicked in my head. 

“Dean!” I yelled getting out of his grip. “Fucking Dean, what are you doing?” 

“Let me explain.” He said trying to grab me back. 

“Explain what? How you tricked me? Was this your whole plan to get me to sleep with you?” 

He shook his head, “That wasn’t the plan at all, Aria. Please listen to me. Alexa called me-” 

I stopped him, “Alexa called you. This was Alexa’s idea.”

“Yes, she wanted you away from Seth. She never told me why, but she said things were getting out of hand between you and Seth. She wanted me to come back and show you how I should be treated. I didn’t agree at first…” 

“But you agreed when you realized you could finally get a chance to get in my pants,” I said, finishing his sentence. I could feel the anger boiling in me. I couldn’t believe they did this to me. “Or is it still because both of you believe I can’t take care of myself without a man?” 

“No, of course not.” He groaned. “I wasn’t even planning on sleeping with you. It just happened, Aria. You have to believe me. I don’t know if you remember how I felt, but I have always had feelings for you. Feelings I thought that would be easier to deal with if I left you. You weren’t going to leave Seth and after the accident, he made sure you would never leave him again. He played with your memory. He picked things he wanted you to remember.” I shook my head. I knew he was right though. That’s why I didn’t remember certain things until today. He knew that if I saw pictures of Deanthat it would make me remember things. He had hidden all of them away. Dean’s face was fuzzy in my mind until today.  “Why did you lie about who you were? Why didn’t you come back as Dean?” 

“Would you have wanted to see me if I was Dean?” I looked away not wanting to answer his question. We both knew it. I wouldn’t have wanted to.  “I didn’t know what Seth had told you. Plus, it was easier to make a new identity. I was able to get a new job and start new here. Most people either don’t recognize me either, or they pick not to. I was able to rebuild myself and still be close to you.” 

“Wait, how long have you been around?” I asked. “Have you been here the whole time or was it just a bit?” 

“I was here for the past six months. I moved back to my hometown in Ohio for a bit, but I came back after Alexa called me. I was dying to come back here the whole time I was there. Hell, I was probably looking for that excuse and I took it. 

“What about killing a man? Was that all a lie too? Did you mean to kill him? Was that for me as well?” 

      He shook his head, “What? Of course not, Aria. That was an accident. It was exactly how I told you it was. I didn’t lie to you about it. It happened when I was still trying to prove myself. You know that I had always lost myself in the fight.”

“How do I know if anything you tell me is real or if it’s a lie. You couldn’t even tell me the truth about who you really were. You just lied to my face. You came up with this whole new name and identity. To do what get me away from Seth? How is it even remotely supposed to keep me away from Seth?” I threw my hands up at him.  He tried to reach out and grab me, but I pulled away. “No, stop it. Don’t talk to me.” I was willing myself not to cry, but I knew it wasn’t happening. 

“Aria, you have to listen to me. Sit down, have a cup of coffee and I will tell you everything. Please.” 

I shook my head. “No, Jon...I mean Dean. Just stay the fuck away from me.” I grabbed my things and ran out the door. 

I left the apartment, but I had no idea where to go. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 7:30. Alexa would be up and getting ready for work. I bit my lip, if I walked slowly, I might miss her, but I was supposed to go back to work today. I couldn’t see that happening now. My stomach was twisted into knots. I felt betrayed by both Dean and my best friend. I couldn’t believe that she was the one who did this. It just seemed low even for her. I knew that she never liked Seth and I couldn’t blame her, but lying to me and making Dean lie as well. I wouldn’t have ever gone easy. Still, I felt anger inside me as I slowly walked home hoping to avoid her for the day and figure out how to move out. I pulled out my phone calling myself out of work.

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[writtingrose]

Kinktober; Day Fourteen

SUMMARY; Angry sex with Matt Jaxson

WARNINGS; sexual content, rough, dominant

REQUESTED BY; @hungmanhorsecarriage

BETA’D BY; @abadamn and @sophiewolfheart-blog

CO-WRITTEN BY; none

WORD COUNT; 1,289

GIF CREDIT; me

*All GIF credits to the rightful creators. If they are not tagged it was because I wasn’t sure who it was. If it is yours or you know the creator please let me know. I would be happy to tag them as credit or replace the gif.*

Matt could hardly believe his eyes as he gaped at Adam. On the mat in front of him, Nick had just made it back to his feet, shaking his head as he repeatedly asked Adam what the hell he was doing. While the same words were in his own head, he couldn’t seem to get them out. Too many things -too many memories now soiled- swirled around.

Without saying anything, he turned and rolled from the ring. The sound of the crowd fell on deaf ears as he made his way up the ramp, through the tunnel, and past the curtain. He ignored the looks of sympathy as he passed everyone, her included, and continued to his dressing room.

He could hear footsteps following him and assumed it was either Nick or Melissa as he entered the room. Grabbing his back, he began stuffing his things back inside.

“Pack your stuff.”

Melissa raised an eyebrow at his tone but did as she said. She grabbed her bag, throwing the few things she had inside before setting it by the door. She paused for a moment, contemplating helping him as she heard him curse under his breath.

“Matty,” She placed her hand over his as he struggled to get the zipper done. “Let me do it.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond as she readjusted the content of the bag. Matt took a small step back, his eyes darkening as he watched her zip it with ease. His hands clenched before spinning her around quickly

Melissa gasped as his hand wrapped around his throat.

“If I needed the help, princess, I would have asked for it.”

She opened her mouth to respond but was unable. Matt leaned in, lips crashing to hers as his tongue thrust past. His tongue caressed hers, swirling around it before he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. He bit into the tender skin as his free hand came to gather in her hair.

“You want to help so much?” He pulled away, a smirk on his face as he pushed on her head. “On your knees.”

She gasped, slowly sliding down as her pussy pulsed around emptiness.

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you put that pretty little mouth to use?”

Matt’s hand moved from her head to his jeans where he quickly unfastened then. One hand disappeared inside as he freed his throbbing cock from it’s confines. Her mouth almost watched at the sight; his large cock arched proudly among a trimmed patch of brunette hairs.

She leaned forward as his hand returned to her hair, guiding her gently. One hand came up to wrap around the base as her lips wrapped around the tip. She bobbed her head slowly, working more of his cock into her mouth with each pass. Matt’s head fell back as soft groans fell from his lips. She looked up at him with hooded eyes as her tongue pressed then rubbed against the vein on the underside of his cock. He sucked in a breath as his hold on her hair tightened.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, princess.”

She gasped as best she could and froze for half a second. She had heard him curse a handful of times in their relationship but never that. It both shocked and aroused her.

Matt took her hesitation as a chance to buck his hips, cock sliding down her throat as she held her jaw open. He hissed, eyes closing as he held her head still.

“So good princess. Always know just how to please me.”

He thrust a few more times before pulling her up roughly.

“Usually good girls get rewarded,” he chuckles as he turns her around and pins her to the wall. “But I’m not feeling very rewarding tonight.”

His hand came down in her ass, a small Yelp leaving her mouth at the feel.

“M-Matt! Baby, please.”

He hips pushed back, silently asking for more as a growl ripped from his throat. His hand came down again, harder; no doubt turning the skin read under her jeans.

“You’ll take what I give you and be thankful.”

He reached around, pulling her jeans down.

“I’m going to ruin you, baby. There will never be anyone but me.”

His fingers stroked expertly over the crotch of her panties as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. He chuckled, darkly almost, as he gathered the flimsy material in his fingers and pulled. Melissa cried out gently as her wet panties slid against her clit and between her folds.

“Matt!”

He did it again, pulling with a little more force as his lips caressed her neck.

Matt basked in the way her body moved, enjoying every tremble and jerk. A slow, confident smile slid across his face as he continues to tease her.

Melissa tried to push her hips back but Matt’s hand fell on her ass again before grabbing her hips.

“Impatient, princess.”

He nipped her shoulder as he pulled her panties to the side. He moved back for just a second, pushing her legs apart with his knee as he slid his cock against her.

“You’re completely dripping for me, baby.” His left hand moved to wrap around her throat, pulling her head back onto his shoulder. “Poor little pussy begging for this dick.”

Melissa nodded as best she could as his cock continued to rub through her folds, driving her crazy stroke by stroke.

“Going to stretch you, baby. Stretch you until you’re shaking, comving my cock. And you’re going to love it.”

He growled as he pulled his hips back, just until the tip of his cock was lined with her entrance, and thrust forward. Melissa cried out as he tightened his hold ever so slightly. Matt gave her no time to adjust as he buried himself inside her.

“Fuck, baby!” His teeth bit into her shoulder as one hand dug into her hip, holding her in place. “So tight for me, every fucking time. Can’t get enough.”

He shuttered, sucked in a breath, and thrust harder. The hand on her hip slid around, rubbing her clit through the panties she still wore.

Behind them, Nick could hardly believe his eyes. He had taken his time leaving the ring and getting backstage, expecting Matt to be gone by the time he reached the dressing room. However, when he had stepped inside the sight of his brother and he had greeted him.

He knew he should leave, but, as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with their groans, he found himself enthralled; unable to look anywhere but them. His hand slid into his tights before wrapping around his straining cock. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as his hand slid.

Suddenly, Matt’s hips stilled, spilling into her as he muffled his voice in her shoulder. His finger continued to move over her clit, driving her closer and closer until she too, came calling his name. He removed his hand from around her throat, kissing the mark on her shoulder as he helped steady her.

“Let’s go home.” His voice came out slightly breathless as he ran a hand over her hair and smiled gently. “Do this again yeah?”

Melissa just rolled her eyes playfully before winking, bending to fix her clothes. As she stood, eyes peering over his shoulder, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

There Nick stood, smirk on his face as he pulled his hand from his tights.

“You know, next time, you should make sure the door is locked. Not that I minded the view.”

Melissa gasped as Matt laughed and grabbed his bag, pants back in place.

“Or, maybe next time, you’ll just join.”

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[wocfics]

Merry Go Round

Part 3

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

KSJ x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Talk of military.

Word Count: 3k+

New Zealand was the best vacation you had ever been on. You couldn’t remember a time when you relaxed and had nothing to worry about for one full week. Having this time alone with Jin without interrupted work schedules was much needed, you got to know each other much more on both a mental and physical level. You shared secrets with each other, laughed, cried and you started falling more in love with him, which also scared you. You wouldn’t tell him why but in a few more months he’d be gone for two years and you would have to adjust to him not being there with you. You pushed the thoughts to the side because you wanted to bask in him, in his beauty and see him smile. 

Opening the door to your home, you carried your large bags of luggage and sat them by the front door, removing your shoes and sighing heavily. Flying always took a toll on your body since you hated staying seated for so long. Your hair was pinned up in a curly and very tangled bun, dressed in a pink sweatshirt and matching pants. All you wanted to do right now was sleep. You had work tomorrow so it was a good thing your flight landed pretty early so you’d have time to take a nap and get things rolling again. Jin trailed in behind you, dropping his bags at the front door before closing it and locking it up. 

“I need a shower and a nap.” You said quietly, tossing your keys on the counter in the kitchen before walking back towards Jin and watching him in his also very pink sweat outfit, type away on his phone. Wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest, he put his phone into his pocket and moved his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you before stepping back and grabbing your hand. “Let’s go take one then.” Your eyes widened, a smile spreading across your lips before you nudged his side. “My thighs still hurt from the other day, ya know.” You quickly spoke up. That didn’t stop him from tossing you over his broad shoulder and carrying you up the stairs and into your master bedroom’s attached bathroom.

“You seem just fine to me, I won’t try anything. I might just fall asleep in the shower.” Once he put you down, you turned to the digital shower system, turning it on and adjusting the temperature. From living with Jin, you had to learn to not turn it on too hot when you were showering together since he said, word for word. ‘...this is what hell must feel like...my skin is falling off!’ so you learned your lesson then. 

Turning back towards him, you removed your clothing as he did the same, dropping them in a pile next to the sink and stepping behind the glass door to stand under the water, while removing the clips from your hair and letting the tangled mess hit your shoulders and back. Not too soon after, you felt Jin wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your temple, his chest pressed lightly to your back. Your eyes closed and your head leaned back to rest against his shoulder. You wished you could stay like that forever, in warmth, in his arms without having to worry about work the next day. Jin felt the same from the deep sigh he let out against your neck and turned you around to look down at you. 

He could tell you were bothered by something but didn’t speak on it. You’d tell him soon, so instead he pressed soft kisses against your lips and grabbed the shampoo to help you lather your hair. Before any damage could be done, you took over and let Jin wash up while you worked the tangles out of your hair after conditioning it, switching back and forth until you were both cleansed and hair washed. 

You began diffusing your curls while Jin blow dried his hair, standing at the bathroom mirror in towels. You looked at him every few seconds, smiling at the glow he had from his light tan he had gotten while on vacation. “I knew you got a tan, I told you that sunscreen wasn’t a high enough spf for you.” You spoke while turning off your dryer and putting it away. He looks over himself in the mirror and looks over at you. “Hey, it’s not too bad so the makeup noonas won’t be too upset but it will go away soon though. I still look good.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. You cleaned up and finished your night routine and entered the bedroom, moisturizing your body and pulling on an oversize shirt and put a few braids into your hair for the night. 

Jin watched you from the bathroom entrance before walking up behind you and scooping you up, a yelp coming from you as he flipped you around on the bed so he was on top of you, looking down at you. “I know something’s bothering you, baby. What’s wrong?” He asked, playing with one of your braids between his fingers. He had boxers on, shirtless and his hair was fluffy which made him look even cuter than what he already was. 

Your legs on either side of him and your hands at your sides, you turned your head to the side, closing your eyes and sighing heavily. “I just want to enjoy my time with you...before you have to leave. I know we have less than a year before you go and I know you have to tour…” You trailed off and looked at him. You couldn’t help the tears that were forming in your eyes at the thought of not waking up to him or hearing his windshield wiper laugh or him scolding you for using salt instead of sugar in the pancake batter every once in a while. His eyes looked sad, the worry he had for you when he would leave was beginning to settle. 

He’d miss you every day of course, and only letters would be the only way of speaking to each other. Two years would be a long time but he wouldn’t want you to think about all of that now, he’d rather you think about spending as much time together and enjoying your marriage. 

Sitting up, he pulled you up to sitting position and wiped the tears that were sliding down your cheek with his thumbs. 

“This will be the biggest obstacle of this marriage, Y/N. It’s going to be hard for the both of us but as long as we know where we stand with each other, we’ll be more than okay. I will write a letter for every single day that I’m not here with you if you do the same. I don’t want to miss a single thing from your life. There will be sad days, but know that I’ll always come home to you and we can start our lives uninterrupted, have children and never have to worry about me leaving again.” His hands smoothed over your neck, shoulders and down your arms, trying to comfort you. 

You paused. Did he say he wanted children with you? Quickly looking at him, you smiled, happy tears now falling. “You want children? Really?” You had to be sure that what he said was true. You’ve wanted kids but didn’t know if he wanted any. You never had this talk but you figured it’s better to talk about it now. 

“Of course I want children with you. I want everything with you. We will try every single night when I get back. I promise.” He wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed your forehead before moving down to your lips where you returned the favor. 

“I love you.” You grabbed his hands, lacing your fingers together. 

“I love you more.” He kissed you again, pressing you back against the mattress and laying in between your legs. It was amazing how perfectly your lips fit together, every time you kissed, he made you feel like a giddy teenager. You opened one eye to peek over at the clock that was on the wall and hummed against his lips. All of your exhaustion was out of the window once his hands moved under the shirt you were wearing. 

“I just can’t get enough of you lately…” Lifting the shirt over your head, he removed it and tossed it over his shoulder somewhere. You could feel his boner poking you through his boxers which made you grin. “I can tell already. I thought you were tired?” You raised a brow. Burying his face in your neck and sucking harshly on the skin there, biting your lip in response, he kissed the mark he left. “Can you feel how tired I am?” He asked in response, pressing his hips into yours. 

It took less time to get his boxers off. He lined himself up at your entrance, wanting to jump right into it and slowly guided his member into your wet hole. He shivered at the whiny sound that came from you and began to set a fast pace, lifting one of your legs to get a deeper angle. “Fuck, Jin..” Your head tossed back onto the pillows, one hand playing and pinching your nipples while the other one gripped the blanket under you. 

He leaned down, keeping your leg up and kissed you, your tongue finding his and moaning. He bit your lower lip, licking and sucking on it before looking down at you. Although he was snapping his hips with such speed, the look in his eyes was soft, he loved the way your face contorted when he was inside of you, how your eyebrows knitted together when he hit that sweet spot inside of you just right. You looked up at him as well, your hands moving to wrap around the back of his neck. Dropping your leg, he dropped to his forearms on either side of your head and rocked his body back and forth, increasing his speed and breathing heavily into your neck. 

You wrapped your arms around him, slightly digging into his back and arching your back. The sound of your whines and his heavy breathing along with skin slapping against each other filled the room. You could feel your end nearing already and from the way Jin moaned into your neck told you that he could feel it too from the way you squeezed around him. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet and tight, just how I like it...just for me.” He groaned, leaving marks all over your neck and nipping at your earlobe. You moaned out loud at his words, your walls clenching around him in response. 

He began panting, signaling that he was close but you wanted it to last longer, you always did. Turning over so that you were on top of him, his hands moving to your hips, you kept your hands on his chest for balance and began moving up and down, keeping the same speed he had. “Y/N...I’m gonna come…” His hands coming up to play with your breasts. “No, no. Not yet, hang on a little longer, baby…” You moaned, rocking back and forth on him. 

He planted his feet on the mattress and began thrusting up, causing you to gasp and tilt your head back. “Ngghh...Y/N I’m coming...” He grunted, his hips slowing down but yours still moving as he released inside of you, watching as it leaked out around his cock as you continued to move on top of him, your own end coming soon. The sensitivity started to be too much for him and he dug his nails into your hips and thighs, feeling your walls squeeze him. Rubbing your clit with his thumb, he stared up at you, watching as you trembled. Your orgasm washed over you, your body going limp on top of him as your hips slowed to a stop and you called out his name one last time. You shivered slightly and you could hear him chuckle into your neck before turning to kiss the side of your head. He slipped out of you, letting you rest next to him before turning to meet his lips despite you both trying to catch your breath. 

You glanced over him at the clock on the nightstand and sighed when it read 12:25. “We both better get some sleep or we’ll get yelled at tomorrow. I’m meeting with some photographers.” You yawned and kissed his shoulder and then his chest before finally his soft and pillowy lips that you loved so much. He held onto the back of your neck before brushing his nose against yours. “So beautiful, get some sleep.” He pulled the blanket up and over the both of you, pulling you closer to him before you finally drifting off to sleep. 

Once you were asleep, he slipped out of bed for a moment, grabbing a small box from his dresser drawer and opening it. Revealing a pink Legacy diamond ring. He wanted to give it to you on vacation but decided to wait until the two of you were comfortable back home. Walking over to your sleeping body, he slid it onto your left ring finger and kissed your forehead, watching you stir a little before shifting closer to him. 

“I love you, Y/N..”

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The next couple of months were dragging, you and Jin went on more dates together even if most of them were spent in your living room. It was good to get to know more about him and see how sincere he was as a person, as well as very goofy. You loved that about him. 

A “family” photo shoot with the other members and their wives is why you were sitting in a makeup chair as the older makeup artists style your hair and do your makeup. BigHit was to put out a few photo spreads of the members and their wives since it was a great way to get the fans to love you even more. Army was slowly coming around, some understanding that BTS was off the market and sending positive comments while others who still didn’t want to come to terms with their “oppa” being taken away by some woman and every now and then, you saw the mean and hateful comments but chose to ignore them.

Everyone was dressed in pastels, even the boys in their sweaters and button ups. You looked in the mirror at your pastel pink shorts and top, while a stylist finished adding hairspray to your hair and brushing through your straightened hair. You chatted with some of the ladies, watching them coo over Namjoon’s baby. She was certainly the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen with Namjoon’s dimples and her mother's almond shaped eyes. You couldn’t wait to have your own with Seokjin when his military service was over. You tried not to think about it too much since you wanted to stay positive and not think about the fact that you would be alone for a year and a half. 

Shaking the thoughts from your head you smiled when you felt a pair of arms around your waist and a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go take some pictures.” You out your hands over his, looking down at the pink diamond that took over your finger. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it before pulling you towards the set. You were sure everything was going to be okay.

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“Hello ARMY, welcome to another episode of EatJin, starring me, Jin of course. Worldwide Handsome. Today I have a special guest with me, my beautiful wife, Y/N. Let’s clap for her.” This was your first time ever being on Vlive with Jin during one of his episodes of EatJin and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous when you were scared as hell. What if they hated you? What if you did something wrong? 

Jin clapped loudly as you sat down, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, your hair up in a bun. “Hello ARMY, It’s me, Kim Y/N.” You waved with both hands and read over the comments that came flooding in. Wow, there were so many mixed emotions in the comments. “Y/N and I have some rice, different flavored chicken, kimchi of course, and Chilsung cider while we answer any questions you have for us. As long as they are within reason, we will answer them.” Jin wore a black sweater and blue sweatpants, leaning forward, he glanced over the questions while preparing the food in front of you and you grabbed a pair of chopsticks to eat some kimchi. “‘Y/N, how does Jin sleep at night? Does he snore?’ ARMY I can’t believe you think this of me but I will let her answer.” He looked at you and you giggled a little before licking your lips. “He doesn’t. I’m the one who snores, especially when I am very very tired. I move around a lot as well, so sometimes Jin wakes me up and says ‘Yah! You’re stealing the blanket from me again and moving too much’ so then he has to hold onto me.” Jin was laughing beside you while eating a piece of boneless chicken. “This is true. One time she hit me in the head, right in the forehead and then apologized the next morning when she saw the red mark on my head.” 

You continued to answer a few questions while eating and complimenting the food while Jin spoke to his fans. It was very welcoming. Another question came in which you and Jin froze when a fan asked how you two met and how long you dated until you got married. You knew this question would pop up but Jin spoke up faster than you did. “It was crazy actually, Y/N here was doing a photo shoot and I had left my jacket at the place she was doing the shoot the night before. During Wings concept photo shoot and I really needed that jacket. She complimented  my jacket and said that it smelled good and then told me I was handsome. I had a feeling she was probably just making me feel better because it was early and my face was puffy from sleep. Anyways...we both have busy schedules so I asked her if she wanted to go to my brother's restaurant for a private date and she quickly agreed. We got engaged exactly one year after that and married last year. It was a very small and private wedding. We do plan to have a bigger one in the future.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that was on your face the entire time he spoke, it sounded so real you could picture it in your mind. A young Jin, fresh faced and tired and infatuated with you the moment he saw you. It sounded perfect.

“It was very hard to date with our schedules, I traveled a lot and so did he, but we always text and video called each other. Now, we have some more time together.” You took a sip of the cider while looking at the comments, a lot of hearts and crying emojis. “One more question before the end, let’s make it a good one.” Jin spoke, eating the last of the rice while you checked them over. “Lots of baby questions, oh wow.” You laughed and Jin’s face began to heat up. “Okay, let’s answer it.” He said while laying his head on your shoulder. “We do want children. Maybe in a few years, we have talked about it and we want to make sure that we both have time. Maybe one or two would be nice.” You nod. 

After ending the Vlive, you and Jin cleaned up the food trays. “I knew they’d love you jagiya, I told you.” He leaned over to kiss you, you kissing him back and smiling. “Well you certainly helped a lot with that. Thank you.” You tossed some things in the trash and walked over to sit in his lap. “I’ll have to think of some ideas for EatJin when you’re gone. I’ll make sure to keep a copy of everything.” He placed his hands around your hips and kissed your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. I promise. So...two kids huh?” He asked. You looked down at him with wide eyes. “Is that too many?” You asked. He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s fine with me. Anything is fine as long as you’re with me.” He flashed you a smile and you couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him again. “I love you, Kim Seokjin.” You mumbled against his lips. 

“I love you, Kim Y/N.”

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Wedding Planning -15

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary:  Princess came home to a whole new set of anxieties. Murder Panther to the rescue via the restorative powers of dick. Unlike the dick, this one is short and sweet.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Come eating, the L word, criminal activities glossed over, relationship building, plus size woman+fit man, Anxiety, wedding planning comes with its own warning

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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You have to make some decisions. Like, a bunch.

Okay, make a list. 

You pull the big legal notepad off the bookshelf in your living room and meander around until you find your colored pens. Red for immediate, orange for middling, and green for long-term.

Parameters set, you begin The Listing.

It takes a couple of days, but you think you finally have everything accounted for that you can possibly imagine.

The long term column has vague, nebulous, theoretical problems written in dark green:

-Where will you live?

-Keep your job???

-TAKE HIS NAME?????????

-CONVINCE HIM TO RETIRE

Intermediate consists of things you two need to discuss, too:

-Ceremony?

     Where 

     What type

     Who invited

     When

-Honeymoon?

-Colors?

-Food (yum/lots plz)

-Flowers  eww no ->Alternative bouquet 

-People in ceremony???

And then things that need answered like, next week:

-MEET FAMILIES (panic)

-A Dress?

-??????? omg help

You're going to give yourself a panic attack if you keep looking at it. I'll just take it with me this weekend and hand the immediate section to him.

You feel a little better with a plan, even if it only consists of two steps.

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 Diego is standing in the kitchen glaring at the espresso machine when Bastian drops you off at the penthouse.

You glance around, no Julio to be found, before you head over to him. Diego's left hand shoots out and he wiggles fingers at you, trying to grab you despite the twenty foot gap between your bodies. You snort, but its still adorable. 

Slotting in underneath his arm, you wind around him with a sigh. "Hi, baby. Whatcha doing?"

Brown eyes come down to you and he smiles widely. "Its not working. How was your trip?" His forehead descends and you rise on tiptoes to meet him. 

"Better now that I'm here." You whisper as your lips curl up in a pleased grin. Diego rubs his nose with yours before swooping down for a kiss. The goatee has gotten long enough that its now soft on your chin, but still tickly. Combined with his velvet lips and hot tongue, you almost experience sensory overload. High pitched noises escape your throat while you melt against him. Diego takes your weight with no effort and you don't hesitate to let him. When he finally pulls back you just have to chase him a little; you really, really like the facial hair.

When you finally slit eyes open he is grinning down at you like a cat that got the canary. He sounds so smug, "I should grow out the entire beard?" 

You lick your lips and consider the salt and pepper growth that occurred since you saw him last weekend. Your left eyebrow climbs with your own inquiry, "Do you want to live between my thighs?"

"Uh, yes…?" Diego answers what was apparently the stupidest question ever posed. Chocolate eyes sparkle at you as he fails to suppress a smirk. "What do you think the ring is about?"

Your guffaw is cut short when he tosses you up onto the counter and shoves both huge hands down the back of your pants to push them off. The jeggings stretch easily over your hips and Diego, ever efficient when it comes to getting some pussy, takes your thong with them in one swift motion. Bracing hands on those broad shoulders, you wiggle and shift and bend whichever way is necessary to assist. Never let it be said that you are not a team player.

Your left shoe hits the floor and as Diego switches to the right he asks breathlessly, "New?"

"Yeah." Your response is just as rushed as you grab at his hair.

"Pretty." He tosses the right shoe off towards the living room with this proclamation. 

Both big hands come up to your knees and spread your legs wide. "Well, thank yourself. I used the black Amex." You chuckle as you lean back on elbows.

Slowly, menacingly, promisingly, Diego rises over the lip of the counter between your legs with that shark smile. He purposely pitches his voice low to rumble, "Good girl."

Your insides liquefy as your back arches and your pussy clenches down on nothing. How the hell does he do that? You can feel yourself getting wet. Fleeting kisses and sharp little nips mark Diego's progress up the inside of your left thigh.

"Hmm." His breath ghosts over your center in the lightest of teases. "What is that method to train again? The treats instead of yelling?" He rubs those bristles you so love over your inner thighs with considerable force and it almost induces a seizure.

"P-postive reinforcement!" Your yelp is exceedingly high pitched. Oh fuck yes, reward me with tongue, I'm a good Princess. You're almost certain that your brain has melted, you have zero sense when it comes to this man.

Diego nips the very bottom of your right buttcheek, so close and yet way, way too far away. "Yesss," he hisses into the short hair just above where you need him most, "That's what its called." The feel of his goatee just barely brushing over your folds while he speaks has turned you into a gibbering mess.

"P-please, Diego. I did like you told me, I didn't even text to ask first, please please…" How he manages to break you down into a begging disaster so quickly is a mystery. Your hands curl into his hair, desperately trying to pull him closer.

"Mm hmm," his deep hum makes you quiver, memories of that sound being delivered straight to your sensitive bundle of nerves via the vehicle of his tongue drive you higher. The rough timbre is dark with desire when he speaks this time, "You were a very good girl. My pretty little Princess is learning well. Let Diego give you your reward."

The heat of his open mouth covering your entire vulva is stunning. Your shoulders fall to the countertop as you moan shamelessly, "Ohhh, yes baby." That sinfully amazing tongue pokes into your entrance then flattens out broadly to lap all the way up to your clit. "Yeah!" Your single breathy yelp is accompanied by a jerk of your wide hips. Diego presses hard and moans.

Your hands slap down on the countertop for leverage so you can press down on him. "Yes, yes. Oh my god, how is, your tongue, so hot??" Breath stuttering, your words are choppy. Your chest jumps each time he groans against you and Diego repeats it again, seemingly just to enjoy your reaction. He pulls off with an obscene slurp, Nonono come back! 

"The same way this pretty little pussy is always so tight." The dirty talk is all the warning you get as two thick fingers sink deep inside. It takes a moment to comprehend that the ringing in your ears is an uncomfortable noise emanating from your mouth. He pulls out slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and callus, all the textures, before pushing in again steadily. Each time he retreats your cunt clenches down, trying to hold on to the feeling of being filled. "Did you miss your Diego? Huh?"

There is no earthly reason anyone should be this fucking sexy.  

"Only, oh fuck, only when I'm ali-i-i-ive!" The confession ends in a squeal as he bottoms out and rubs your cervix. The cold counter is heating rapidly under your thrashing form. Just as you start to get accustomed to the sensation Diego ups the ante by closing lips over your clit and sucking. Your hips roll against him, he matches the rhythm of his hand with your movements expertly. Legs rising high and spreading wide, trying to give him as much room as possible to work. A broken chant is punched out of you with every thrust, "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

The disappointed whine you utter when he breaks the suction is cut off into choked silence by the focused licks he is now delivering. You bury both hands into his short hair and hang on for dear life. His beard rasps against your sensitive skin and the contrasting feelings drive you mad. These are the licks that push you higher, these licks mean business. 

Between the long, slow thrusts of his fingers and the never ending laving of your clit, everything is tightening up quickly. Your legs shake and your stomach trembles, you pull on his hair and Diego moans for you. You moan back, "Fuck. Yeah, baby. Just, just keep. Don't stop, please don't stop."

Because Diego is Diego, he doubles down on the pressure and goes even harder with the tongue. Your entire consciousness narrows down to the man between your legs working you over like its his life's mission to make you come on his face. Everything is clinching tighter and tighter. Tense and strung out taut, you call for him as he pushes you right up to the edge and straight over it.

"Diego, Diego. Baby, I- F-fuck, yes, yes. Love you, love you, I fucking love you, I love you." You realize that was aloud but can't be bothered to stop the babbling confession synchronized to the waves of your climax. Diego groans against your clit but keeps his fingers fully buried so you can clamp down on him in ecstasy. You ride it out knowing full well that he won't rush this, he loves to feel the effect he has on you. You have no idea how long it goes on, the agonizing pleasure slowly easing, but your back finally crashes down to the marble while you wheeze in exhaustion. 

Using the grip in his hair, you tug gently to pull him off. Looking down over your curves, you flush even more as you watch Diego lick his lips lewdly. I am living in my very own private porno. 

Movement further down catches your eye and you realize that this entire time he has been stroking himself with the hand not shoved inside you. His massive cock is already dark and dripping as it pokes out of open pants.

"Your turn." You utter as you reach for him. 

"No!" Diego barks and bats your hand away. Is he sick? Do I need to call 911? You're immediately concerned that he might be dying. "Lie back. Be still."

Okay, kinky motherfucker. Of course he has something in mind. You flop down as ordered and Diego moans with satisfaction. 

"Yes, good girl. Do as I command and let Diego come all over you, pretty little Princess." He stares down at you with eyes black in arousal. His mouth hangs open to pant and his brows are drawn together in concentration. Swiping precome off the head of his dick, Diego reaches up to offer it. You lick with no hesitation as he rams those same fingers that were just up your pussy into your mouth and practically down your throat. "Suck."

With a moan you do exactly what he wants, your eyes closing in pleasure from the combined tastes of him and yourself. You don't have to put on a show when you enjoy this so very much. Your tongue covers every centimeter of his index and middle fingers, suckling strongly to get every last drop. Diego whines at the sight.

"Fuck. Yes. Princess. My Princess. Diego's perfect little Princess." His voice is rough and rattling, you can tell from how harshly he fists his cock that he is very close. The sight of two of your favorite parts of him together, his hand and his dick, makes you writhe.

You wrap your left hand around his thick forearm and the glint of your diamond ring catches his eye. His fingers drop out of your mouth to hold your jaw ever so tenderly. You decide to give him that last little nudge.

"Baby," You breathe, he pries his eyes away from the ring to meet yours. You pitch your voice low and sultry,  "Come for your Princess, my Murder Panther."

Diego's expression crumples and his hips snap forward twice as he comes with a quiet roar. "Ahhh, sí sí. Yessss." Its fascinating to watch; this big, powerful, dangerous man losing control over you. You absolutely love it. 

He paints your stomach white with come, squeezing the last little bit out and then slapping both hands down the counter to gasp. Before you can reach for those shoulders to pet him into aftercare, Diego dives down to lap up his own mess.

"Holy fuckin' shit that's hot." You are right back to the edge just like that. His soft tongue scoops up the gleaming liquid and you can literally see him swallowing it. You jump when fingers brush your labia but sigh with approval when they sink deep into you again. Diego, now finished with your stomach, comes back up to take your mouth. 

This is a whole new level of obscene: Sucking his own come off of his tongue while he finger fucks you to another orgasm. The mental image of what you two must look like defiling the kitchen counter is enough to make you tighten around him. The rapid, forceful thrusting of his thick fingers sends you careening into climax while moaning into his mouth. Pussy trembling around him and hips jerking, you hang on tight to his biceps until every wave of pleasure ebbs away. You flop back down and Diego collapses on top of you.

"Fuck. If that, if that's what I get for spending your money. Then I need to fucking splurge more often." You can barely string words together. 

Diego purrs.

Its now forty minutes later and you manage to troubleshoot the espresso machine.

"Its unplugged." You murmur, pointing lazily. 

"Mmmph." Diego moans from his position face down in your cleavage.

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A brief debate on showering occurred, but a motion to nap on the sectional was introduced and unanimously ratified almost immediately. 

When you wake up later the only light in the penthouse is supplied by the neighboring skyscrapers. Curled up on your right side, Diego is spooned up behind you with his beard velcroed into your hair and the fingers of his left hand are laced with yours around the diamond ring. The sight makes you both happy and anxious. 

"Baby?" You breathe. Diego shifts behind you, then yawns hugely. It even sounds adorable, you smile to yourself.

"Que pasa?" His voice is rough from sleep and you shiver. "You're stiff. What's wrong, Princess?"

"I have some notes we need to discuss. Its not bad!" Rushing to reassurance, you move to sit up. He releases your hands but strokes down your back as you stand. Bare feet pad across the rug as you go back to your bag and retrieve the notepad. Diego blinks when you turn on a lamp but waves you back into his embrace. 

"What is troubling my Princess?" He rumbles as you wiggle around and get situated in his lap. You present the immediate list of issues and give him time to read the few items. He chuckles at you, "Let's start from the bottom, yes? I will help." He mimes crossing it off the list.

"Yeah, alright." You giggle. "But the family thing. You know my parents are chomping at the bit. I'm the last girl they get to marry off, its a big deal or something." Your eyes roll as you flap your hand around. 

"How much do you want them involved?" Diego presents something you hadn't considered yet.

"Huh. I. Wait a sec." He props his chin in his hand while you consider. You're very distracted by the lazily blinking Murder Panther under you. "Okay," settling hands on your thighs, you push through the anxiety, "I had assumed they were not paying for it."  Careful watching shows Diego rolling his eyes at you.

"Of course not. Don't be silly." He scoffs quietly. 

Yeah, duh. You can feel terror bubbling up and you squash it ruthlessly. "Well in that case, almost none. We'll make all the decisions. They'll be allowed to give opinions or whatever, but no control." That does make it a little easier.

"No artistic license to the people who created you. Ballsy. I like that." Diego is nothing if not encouraging of you. His expression of mock impression makes you gigglesnort. Then he throws you another curveball of an offer, "Do you want a wedding planner?" 

Everything stops for a moment before you breathe, "Fuck." That never even occurred to me.

Big fingers dip into your hair and turn so you face him fully. Diego is grinning from ear to ear. "Did I crash Fiance Princess OS?"

You nod faintly. "I… never even considered that. I don't come from a background where people do that, you know?" 

Shrugging one shoulder at you, Diego 'hmm's thoughtfully. "I did not suggest it sooner because you like planning. What is everything that needs to be planned?" His face turns mildly horrified at your sudden flailing.

"EVERYTHING! YOU HAVE TO PLAN EVERYTHING!" You most definitely did not have control of your own volume setting just now. "So, like, the venue, the date, the wedding party, the clothing, the food, decorations, seating arrangements, guest lists, ugh, fucking flowers. I do not want flowers! Oh, shit, music? Oh my god, everyone is going to be offended by my musical choices at some point." You facepalm and then drop the entire setup down into your lap, too, for good measure.

Diego pokes your arm with the corner of the notepad and you reach to take it from him without looking.

He snatches it back and tosses it over the couch and into the kitchen where it lands on the floor with a slap.

 "Fuck it. We can elope."

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